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Posted December 13th, 2016 by TCGuest

by Rambouten101
in Hawaii(I can dream, right?)

enrobed in silence

she was invisible

no one of importance

not really, at least


but in her memories,

she was so much more

she could see thrones of gold

and crowns of silver

she could see melodies written in stardust

and harmonies glimmering above



but those were just memories

ones that had a tendency to slip her mind

to burrow underneath images of pain 

and sorrow


the memories melted like snow, 

dropping out of reach


but oh, the snow

she could almost see it clearly 

it blanketed the ground,

and she was so close to the place that once was home

the brown throne

from which she had been cast, 


and unneeded

so close she could almost reach out

and touch it

it wisped through her mind,

like a far off dream



how only memories reminded her 

of happiness


she loved the wintertime

she was closet to home

she called it a middle place

a place between birth and death

between light and dark

one that would give way to summer

and her emptiness would return

of course,

no one listened


a foot into the powder

and then another

snow wrapping around her ankles;

like twigs of birch branches;

albino skin disappearing into the cold

icy cuffs

that held her mind

her heart

her soul

captive; releasing the rest of her body

her pale skin



releasing it to move on 



releasing it to the cruelty of the earth


the empty body moved on

fed it’s blood to the streams, 

to the dry parts of the earth 

feeding it what needed it more

than the empty body did

staining the snow crimson



like strings to a chain

back to the silver knife

like strings to a chain

knife to her throat

like strings to her chain

her throat fed blood

to crimson leaves

to thirsty soil




the crops grew that year

but the corn was darker 

the cabbage riper

stained with another’s blood


it snowed that year

cold flakes from tears

mingling with ashes 

from a girl


alabaster skin

burns white

in the summer heat

and piles of ashes

float away














of snow

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I wish I was good at poetry

I wish I was good at poetry like you. I have this poem due tomorrow and I still haven't started. I don't know how to start it, any tips on how I can make it easier?


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Posted by The Ultimate (Osaid) on Tue, 12/13/2016 - 19:07
I like to read other poems

I like to read other poems or come up with poetic phrases to start. Looking outside helps as well. You can also just try to write you r feelings down on paper or your odd, out of place thoughts. Thanks for the compliment! Good luck!




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