Your Greatest Wish
crimsin
Unveiling
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Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
121
Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2629
thank you all for your magical and longing entries.. peace Crim :)
DystopianMelody
Forum Posts: 1391
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 9th Dec 2012Forum Posts: 1391
Questions of A Poetic Nature
Sometimes it feels like the world doesn't spin as much as it runs away from 'what if's'.
What if the indentation left on the sofa cushion still had you there to fill it?
What if my arm was still the last part of me to wake in the morning and the drool you left behind still felt like my arms tears, sad as the rest of me to see you rise and leave.
What if I had the ability to truly write what i feel. Not just the rough sketches of emotional silhouettes that they are but instead... The ability to capture every touch, sight, smell, and every emotion contained in a single moment.
I would let my hand become the vessel of my mind, dip my pen into the inkwell of my memories and let the moment pour from my hands as if I had just slit my wrists and let the lifeblood of my past bleed into the awaiting arms of crisp white paper.
What moment would I choose to bleed?
Would it be damp, tickling grass beneath my feet, never ending skies of translucent blue and her weight on my back the only thing keeping me from floating away into heavenly pastures?
Could any humble page even manage to contain the rapture that blossomed from the juncture of my neck and her lips when they met in the moment that the sun, moon and stars seemed to explode into a second, more brilliant life that lasted for the length of a single kiss?
Or would I paint the perfect melancholy of the moment that I first woke alone. When I realised my arm stayed awake all night like a frightened child, waiting for your lips on its wrist to reassure it.
What if I had the ability to paint pictures with words that made the world stop running?
All it would take would be one moment, captured, framed and displayed on my chest for all to see. It would be the moment my eyes opened one morning to see that the part of me that you discarded, the one that moulded me and you together is no longer attached to me.
It would be knowing that I had the freedom to move unencumbered.
Sometimes it feels like the world doesn't spin as much as it runs away from 'what if's'.
What if the indentation left on the sofa cushion still had you there to fill it?
What if my arm was still the last part of me to wake in the morning and the drool you left behind still felt like my arms tears, sad as the rest of me to see you rise and leave.
What if I had the ability to truly write what i feel. Not just the rough sketches of emotional silhouettes that they are but instead... The ability to capture every touch, sight, smell, and every emotion contained in a single moment.
I would let my hand become the vessel of my mind, dip my pen into the inkwell of my memories and let the moment pour from my hands as if I had just slit my wrists and let the lifeblood of my past bleed into the awaiting arms of crisp white paper.
What moment would I choose to bleed?
Would it be damp, tickling grass beneath my feet, never ending skies of translucent blue and her weight on my back the only thing keeping me from floating away into heavenly pastures?
Could any humble page even manage to contain the rapture that blossomed from the juncture of my neck and her lips when they met in the moment that the sun, moon and stars seemed to explode into a second, more brilliant life that lasted for the length of a single kiss?
Or would I paint the perfect melancholy of the moment that I first woke alone. When I realised my arm stayed awake all night like a frightened child, waiting for your lips on its wrist to reassure it.
What if I had the ability to paint pictures with words that made the world stop running?
All it would take would be one moment, captured, framed and displayed on my chest for all to see. It would be the moment my eyes opened one morning to see that the part of me that you discarded, the one that moulded me and you together is no longer attached to me.
It would be knowing that I had the freedom to move unencumbered.
Smoogej1s
Taylor
Forum Posts: 267
Taylor
Fire of Insight
16
Joined 15th Apr 2011Forum Posts: 267
I have written of pain
I have written of pain
and yet I still feel pain
I have written of sorrow
and yet I still feel sorrow
I have written of anguish
and I am still full of anguish
I have written of grief
and yet I still grieve
I have written of my anxiety
and today I feel very anxious
I have written of the darkness
and I still cannot escape it
I have written about death
and I can feel its cold stare
I have not written much of happiness
and yet I still feel happy
I have not written much of smiles
and yet I still smile (on the inside)
I have not written much on laughter
and yet I am able to laugh
I have not written much about love
and yet I still feel love
I have not written much about the light
but I know it is there...
I have written of pain
and yet I still feel pain
I have written of sorrow
and yet I still feel sorrow
I have written of anguish
and I am still full of anguish
I have written of grief
and yet I still grieve
I have written of my anxiety
and today I feel very anxious
I have written of the darkness
and I still cannot escape it
I have written about death
and I can feel its cold stare
I have not written much of happiness
and yet I still feel happy
I have not written much of smiles
and yet I still smile (on the inside)
I have not written much on laughter
and yet I am able to laugh
I have not written much about love
and yet I still feel love
I have not written much about the light
but I know it is there...
laceyspacey
Forum Posts: 711
Fire of Insight
10
Joined 29th May 2012 Forum Posts: 711
girls, lets be best friends, oh please, i'll do anything
because this world
needs more sisterhood
and i'm sick
of being that one girl
in an entire group of guys,
since birth
its happened all the time
and everybody always thinks
they're running the train on me.
so now i'm spending my time
looking for miss right
and i try to encourage support
among all women
but don't call me a feminist
because i fucking love dick
i love fucking dick
but i'm sick
so sick
of walking into a party
where all the girls just stare
pretty smiles on their faces
words exchanged once, but then never again
while all the boys
laugh and play
like they've know each other forever
...
which its probably likely
that they have.
so sorry to drag on
but my point is
if you have a vagina
or that's how you like to identify
then don't be shy
and if you ever end up stopping by
in my home town, lets role one up,
and tell me everything about yourself, because born to a trio of brothers, then adapted by another, and with a mother who actually only wanted to be surrounded by guys
just to have a sister
or a girl to pal around with,
there isn't anything i wouldn't try
...
[and all of this goes a whole lot deeper then what it may seem]
because this world
needs more sisterhood
and i'm sick
of being that one girl
in an entire group of guys,
since birth
its happened all the time
and everybody always thinks
they're running the train on me.
so now i'm spending my time
looking for miss right
and i try to encourage support
among all women
but don't call me a feminist
because i fucking love dick
i love fucking dick
but i'm sick
so sick
of walking into a party
where all the girls just stare
pretty smiles on their faces
words exchanged once, but then never again
while all the boys
laugh and play
like they've know each other forever
...
which its probably likely
that they have.
so sorry to drag on
but my point is
if you have a vagina
or that's how you like to identify
then don't be shy
and if you ever end up stopping by
in my home town, lets role one up,
and tell me everything about yourself, because born to a trio of brothers, then adapted by another, and with a mother who actually only wanted to be surrounded by guys
just to have a sister
or a girl to pal around with,
there isn't anything i wouldn't try
...
[and all of this goes a whole lot deeper then what it may seem]
stormz_of_fire
River
Forum Posts: 355
River
Thought Provoker
1
Joined 7th Mar 2012Forum Posts: 355
Send My Love
I release my lover’s care
Into your hands Mother.
Please watch over him
Keep him safe,
And please, send him my love.
With every cool breeze
That caresses his face,
And every starlit night,
Send him my undying love.
With every song he hears,
Every happy moment,
Send him a piece of me.
Send him my care
When he is alone.
For every tear that
Threatens to fall,
Send him my kiss to help cast away the pain.
With every lonesome heartbeat,
Send him my arms to wrap warmth around his soul.
Send my love to the one who has captured my heart,
Please do not let him feel the pain of being alone.
Let him feel my presence
Across continents and oceans.
Mother, I need you now
More than ever.
I need you to keep a warm hand on his shoulder
To keep him safe and happy.
Let me send my spirit to him
While he is away.
Do not force us to be truly alone
For the duration.
Let us meet in the world
You created for us,
Where we can be happy
During our resting hours.
I release my lover’s care
Into your hands Mother.
Please watch over him
Keep him safe,
And please, send him my love.
With every cool breeze
That caresses his face,
And every starlit night,
Send him my undying love.
With every song he hears,
Every happy moment,
Send him a piece of me.
Send him my care
When he is alone.
For every tear that
Threatens to fall,
Send him my kiss to help cast away the pain.
With every lonesome heartbeat,
Send him my arms to wrap warmth around his soul.
Send my love to the one who has captured my heart,
Please do not let him feel the pain of being alone.
Let him feel my presence
Across continents and oceans.
Mother, I need you now
More than ever.
I need you to keep a warm hand on his shoulder
To keep him safe and happy.
Let me send my spirit to him
While he is away.
Do not force us to be truly alone
For the duration.
Let us meet in the world
You created for us,
Where we can be happy
During our resting hours.
DevilWearsTampax
Forum Posts: 8
Strange Creature
2
Joined 16th July 2013 Forum Posts: 8
On Fear & Mortality
My shaky hand lingers on this page.
I'm searching,
groping,
raking
through the depths of me.
Looking for the right words,
the words to release this wish of mine.
I want so much to be what I know I am not.
I want so much to do what I cannot.
I want...
I want to be immortal.
Death is eminent, this I know.
To be immortal, though.
To be free of that monster in the distance.
Free of its ghastly presence.
The fleeting thought of death frightens me.
Who would want to be cast into the unknown?
In death, are you trapped?
Or are you free?
My worst fear is that all that's left is darkness...
My worst fear is to be trapped in that dark.
No escape.
My worst fear is to be completely alone.
Immortality is the cure, right?
Why can't we just live forever,
never in fear?
There will come a time when I must face my fear.
I must accept death when it comes.
Slip out the back,
I was never here.
In the end, no matter how hard I strive,
Death will come for me.
He comes for us all.
Doesn't immortality sound far better,
than living in fear?
My shaky hand lingers on this page.
I'm searching,
groping,
raking
through the depths of me.
Looking for the right words,
the words to release this wish of mine.
I want so much to be what I know I am not.
I want so much to do what I cannot.
I want...
I want to be immortal.
Death is eminent, this I know.
To be immortal, though.
To be free of that monster in the distance.
Free of its ghastly presence.
The fleeting thought of death frightens me.
Who would want to be cast into the unknown?
In death, are you trapped?
Or are you free?
My worst fear is that all that's left is darkness...
My worst fear is to be trapped in that dark.
No escape.
My worst fear is to be completely alone.
Immortality is the cure, right?
Why can't we just live forever,
never in fear?
There will come a time when I must face my fear.
I must accept death when it comes.
Slip out the back,
I was never here.
In the end, no matter how hard I strive,
Death will come for me.
He comes for us all.
Doesn't immortality sound far better,
than living in fear?
crimsin
Unveiling
Forum Posts: 2629
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
121
Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2629
thank you all for your fantastic entries.. peace Crim
crimsin
Unveiling
Forum Posts: 2629
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
121
Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2629
A big thank you to all that entered may your wishes come true
Congratulations Kou_Indigo your wish really touched my heart.. wishing you all peace Crim :)
Congratulations Kou_Indigo your wish really touched my heart.. wishing you all peace Crim :)
Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2794
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
69
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2794
I am very honored for being chosen as the winner for this amazing contest. It was a fun time for all, Crim, I must say! Some good entries too. See everyone next contest!