The Art of Breaking

by StandStill   Jun 21, 2008


Once upon a time,
in a land of makebelieve,
the lights bured down on a broken girl
whose eyes opened too wide to see

Sifting through broken pieces,
with broken wrists to mend.
Colors faded far to grey;
laughter with faceless friends.

She fell in love with the ocean
and all it's boiling black,
Dove deep, deep down to the bottom parts
with the plan to never turn back.

Lungs burned with need for oxygen;
candle flames burning out on parched wind.
As she began to drown with the tortured ones
and all the pain of those who sinned.

But once upon a time,
a rainbow burned into her eyes.
The black fled with fear beyond
for someone had heard her cries.

Strong arms grabbed her waist and held tight
with plans of never letting go.
For Jesus loves his littlest ones
and to her drowing...he said no.

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  • 16 years ago

    by BlueEyedMystery

    With broken wrists to mend. <------ I love this line, because you made it different. Instead of the same cliche "bleeding wrists" you changed it to broken. It's just a little thing, but it really set the tone of the poem for me.

    She fell in love with the ocean
    and all it's boiling black,
    Dove deep, deep down to the bottom parts
    with the plan to never turn back.
    [This stanza. Just wow. It blows me away, because it's so creative, and exactly the way I feel sometimes.]

    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    For Jesus loves his littlest ones
    and to her drowing...he said no.
    [Amazing ending! Omg, I never expected that ending! That's my absolute favorite part of this poem.]

    Great job, Gabby!

    Keep writing!
    Cayce

  • 16 years ago

    by blind soul

    Oh wow that was amazing!!! i loved that with all my heart it was very very great!!!!!!

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