Whim

by GB   Mar 31, 2015


Whim

Once more,
hatefully she said :
"I love you"
these serpentine breaths
never failed
to engulf her senses.

Pondering over indifference
chasing his silence,
his tobacco,
his shadow.
-
Such uncertainty
always risen the stench of lies.
-

But this self-inflicted phrase
could only be a shrine
to perfectly imperfect dreams,

seeking for mere attention
or
something like it.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sai Vara Prasad Potharaju

    Simple & Beautiful..

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    From what I've read of your work, you lay it out perfectly - this works so well for this poem. An accomplished write.

  • 9 years ago

    by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-

    Judging Comment:

    The lovely darkness that you could feel in this piece was (to me at least since I love dark poetry) adorable. The imagery and grief/hatred she held, made everyone spell bound to this particular woman's predicament. Most definitely everyone has experienced this feeling at one point of their lives and I thought this for sure had to be at least given points for it's beauty.

    - Moria Bella Bair -

  • 9 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Beautifully constructed, Samia, and with lots of melancholy. A rose always comes with thorns.

    Well done, dear girl xx

    5/5 Ingrid

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