The nothing

by Shædow Poet   Jan 23, 2005


On her own as the wind blows
A melody in the breeze;
A swing that creeks amid the air
Rusting in sodden rain.

Acquaintance of isolation
Within a darkened realm
Swarmed with a dim, dusty mist;
Fogged of one lone friend.

Crimson eyes with blackened cheeks
A porcelain doll's glossy face;
Lips that shy of one petite smile
A mask of incensed hate.

A voice that quivers of remorse
Regretful and sorrowed fates;
A heart that lacks compassion given
A soul that’s flooded with tears.

Her hands are chilled like winter
When warm she does not thaw;
Bones that shatter, a hair disorder
Fragile without a care.

A stick-like shape of ashes and brittle
A swerver for another’s stare;
Her eyes are bright but bordered of night
Where she always lurks alone.

Alone, miserable, and flimsy
A girl of hidden talent;
Concealed behind a masked, dull face
And a lonely guarded heart.

Potentially someone unique;
With a garden filled with glee
But perceived as someone rigid
And condemned as nothing to be.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Shædow Poet

    Thanks Shojo- I will definetely change that word, it makes perfect sense as 'as'!

  • 19 years ago

    by AGirlWorthFightingFor

    I don't know what you're talking about. I like it all. Would, "On her own AS the wind blows" sound better? Seems to fit.

  • 19 years ago

    by xeag

    love the descriptions .... great job

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I love this. you have no idea how much I relate to it, I completly appreciate and admire it.

    i love your choice of symbols and the imagery you protrayed throughout the piece. It was complete dark beauty, every symbol was delicatly written to fit the main object and I love hwo you worded it.
    i really admire the main idea, the fact of a "masked girl" portrays so much defined meaning into this story it creates a tragic and painful outline.
    I especially admire the lines,
    "Crimson eyes with blackened cheeks
    A porcelain dolls glossy face;
    Lips that shy of one petite smile
    A mask of incensed hate."
    I absolutly LOVE those lines, they are incredibly beautiful and dark.
    *excellent job

  • 19 years ago

    by Shædow Poet

    I personally like this poem- but please give honest feeback.
    Not too sure about my first stanza though, I think that needs much work, it just gives it imagination.

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