I must be as empty as this paper note
at the moment where the ink collides
like angry waves against the lines.
I am a fisherman holding the same rod
year after year
hunting the fish who sunk his ship
and his promises.
However,
the sea has long ago grown tired
and weary
of those shaky hands casting a thin web
garnished with troubled hope.
These waters,
i have learned to love them
the same way an orphan loves the ghosts
he awaits every christmas day.
She abandonned me
but still surrounds each fiber of my body
like sheets filled with sins
scared to find out what its like to be clean again.
meanwhile my skin
vulnerable like newborn peaches
floats around the icy pulsations
breathed by the tides
i swallow some salt and think
this damn sea,
i would like to drown in her hands
just to remember that the feeling of rejection
is so much better than that of the unknown.
Author notes
thats how i knew this story would break my heart, when you wrote it...
A contest entry
- graveyard by the atlantic.
1000 points, ended July 28, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Bay du vin was never like this!
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Amazing poem, you have real talent.
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this is quite haunting. I like some of the imagery very much.
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this is hugely powerful, moving, and could tell that it came from a deep, dark place. thanks so much for entering.
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i would like to drown in her hands
just to remember that the feeling of rejection
is so much better than that of the unknown.
oh wow. just wow.
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Wow. This is fabulous. And so painfully heart-wrenching! Your words flow smoothly although their meanings leave a deep bite. I love the way you write; and I'm sure you will do very well in the contest!
"the same way an orphan loves the ghosts
he awaits every christmas day. ">>>>these were my favorite lines; so haunting...
I wish you all my best!
~Pt
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I'm so glad Onerios pointed me here. Deeply moving work.
Oh, and welcome home.
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Ouch!
Great to see you back, {making me feel old and clumsy again} with thick, meaty metaphor that continues to have such impact on me.
Wonderful!
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haha thank you!! i kinda missed this place. dont tell anyone though!
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roses are roses and a rock is a rock.
this is quite depressing. i think so, anyway. i think it's emotional and descriptive... and i love the line "the same way an orphan loves ghosts"... and "vulnerable like newborn peaches"... good job. very veerrry good!
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Absolutely stunning writing -
it hurts to even read.
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damn
Thank you very much!
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These waters,
i have learned to love them
the same way an orphan loves the ghosts
he awaits every christmas day.
Beautiful, heart-breaking words, ma cherie...
You always know just how hard to twist that knife. Consider me caught and gutted.
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loved the ending
"i swallow some salt and think this damn sea, i would like to drown in her hands" something about that little image clinched this for me.
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