Maybellines Martyr (Collab)

by Maple Tree & Chelsey   Apr 13, 2012


Those dark, lucid words
flow within a pale gaze,
seeking a velvet design,
hiding the darkest of circles

Covering wrinkled paper
of aging emotions
providing a secure barrier
for spilled out cries

Ebony silk devours
a falling tear and
beauty breathes
upon a dancing stanza

Staining the skin of
wreckless words
Hiding the insomnia
of tired rhymes

Tips of a pencil
consume hidden
secrets- chaotic
scribbles of sorrow

Concealing the weariness
of my thoughts
Remaining the martyr
of my lonesome literature

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  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    This is so friggin amazing. I also cannot tell who wrote what part. I don't think it's because I'm half asleep either. It's seriously because I feel that the two of you knew what you wanted to express and have found that connection that ends up you writing like each other.

    The poem itself was awesome. I love the images and the words you both used in this piece. It just flowed so naturally and beautifully.

    Awesome job my lovlies!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    Wow I agree no one can tell who wrote which:)
    This is an amazing collab, its perfectly written, YOU ROCK:)

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Wow... Im speechless. This poem rocks. Girls... you re amazing!

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    ^^ well that's quite a compliment if they can't tell who wrote what stanza...that's awesome!

    Andrea I love how our ideas meshed. From the idea, to the stanzas, to the titles...we just bounced right off each other. I loved this and you!

    The queen and princess of poetry come out with a masterpiece!! :)

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I give up, today is the day when my brain doesn't work or both Collabs that I have seen are really well written because I can't distinguish who wrote which part. I liked seeing the word lonesome along with literature, I like how they sound. I really like the word choices.

    This one is my favorite

    Tips of a pencil
    consume hidden
    secrets- chaotic
    scribbles of sorrow