black & white iris by Ava Blu
theres a black & white
h o l e
where my face once was;
the lines have
bledintospace
countless figurines adorn my stand
where you once adored me
I could have been your trophy,
if I remembered how to win;
now the essence of colorful rules has vanished
ivy has
o
r w
g n
around my frame
making it impossible to leave
get out your knife;
theres still a little left
inside [me].
06/18/2005 Author's Note: [It's not about pain;
it's about acceptance]
Posted on 06/19/2005 Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/20/05 at 03:01 AM Well, I see desperation, more than pain or acceptance.And the expressions? they are razor sharp. |
Posted by Joseff Marat on 09/28/05 at 06:00 AM Great definition, in my opinion, of a goth poem. |
Posted by Michael Faraday on 12/30/05 at 03:42 AM nicely done |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/10/06 at 03:53 AM holy crap this is intense. heavy & beautiful in that painful kind of way...that kind of, life must go on...have to deal with the world, this is hurting & gorgeous fashion. it takes a certain strength/rawness to stomach this type of trial. such a great capture of a piece of the world we live in. prettypretty. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/21/07 at 11:45 AM this is the sort of poem, unto whose portals, once entered, would be difficult of any reader to exit sans a regret. for therein these delicate assemblies of words there is captured much beauty. |
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