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.:Scarlet:.
Her scars let…they gave
Allowing most of us to take a chance
Where honest eyes can take a glance to see the secrets
Known only to the naked eye; hushed stories
Tales that her camera couldn’t share
Too mechanical, too fanatical
Limited in scope… of hope
Yet her lively eyes were always there, twin orbs
Most the time thoughtfully watching
While in this forest, to & from her home
Scarlet entered then would exit through an arched egress
Up until now her comings & goings were without test
As for others she always wished the best
Comfortable; she was a free-bird unencumbered
Unsuspecting of the slingshots
The ones tailor made to bring her down
The one’s kept in the back pockets of her enemies
Out in that forest Scarlet kept a chest o’ drawers
Filled to the brim with the bright stones she had gathered
Heavy the chest. Yet with a heart at rest
Scarlet viewed the contents as of no real value
Just some of her glittery playthings
Edges, some smooth some rough
Yet her enemies saw the contents as ammo
Missiles of and for perdition
To them Scarlet must be a threat
They looked upon her as a giant needing to be slain
Looked upon her chest, her drawers
Then concluded she was vain
They thought that she thought
That the entirety of the forest was her playroom
While any space left over was just their tomb
Indeed, they thought like enemies
Scars without friends; no smiles for their healing
Simply born to sling. To slander. To slay.
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Competition entry: Magdalena's "Picture Inspiration"
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Published 5th Mar 2013
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5th Mar 2013 4:26am
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5th Mar 2013 8:43am
7th Mar 2013 1:33pm
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YO, 13
we paint by the numbers, deal with the cards dealt
sometimes it works
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YO, 13
we paint by the numbers, deal with the cards dealt
sometimes it works
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Anonymous
5th Mar 2013 11:03am
awesome write here...good luck on the comp! This is really great stuff!
7th Mar 2013 1:36pm
Anonymous
21st Mar 2013 6:22pm
I like the rhythm you've created with lines that often make you question whether or not they're connected or bits of separate imagery.
For some reason, I kept thinking little red riding hood as a huntress of sorts. Good stuff.
For some reason, I kept thinking little red riding hood as a huntress of sorts. Good stuff.
25th Mar 2013 00:43am
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ha.. sorta like poly-rhythm
wherein an overlap occurs.
thanx for stoppin by daniel
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ha.. sorta like poly-rhythm
wherein an overlap occurs.
thanx for stoppin by daniel
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