In The End of The World

by Cooper   Sep 3, 2007


So my tongue,
dipped in the crimson of a stone heart
painted clouded skies
for me to slumber
on bloody, childish good-byes.

So her fingers vanished in my wrists,
twisting knives,
and smoothly caressed my eyes.
And like a shadow making love in a cerement,
I watched the dark sunrise
in a dance of cardboard swords.

And while I crawl across the black
bathing in broken glass,
I shared with sincerity.
Here we shared a bed of ash,
shattered sheets of Love's trash,
our grief in the golden fields of sexual parody.

Yet you tasted what it was like to die,
and felt broken hearts fall down your spine,
so I hung frances of joy and sorrow out to dry,
and painted their decaying cheeks with impure wine.
Though you left a forest of razor wire
for me to crawl through,
In the end of the world,
I'll still be there for you...

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  • 17 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    "Yet you tasted what it was like to die,
    and felt broken hearts fall down your spine,
    so I hung frances of joy and sorrow out to dry,
    and painted their decaying cheeks with impure wine."

    That stanza made me think a bit.
    This poem was actually rather good.
    I half expected it to be bad.
    Either way, you did an amazing job.
    Overall Rating: 5.0/5

  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow, greatly written, with totally stunning and vivid imagery. Whole piece is breathtaking, and the metaphors that you used are very unique and creative.
    Idea for the poem is powerful, and you expressed emotions through it excellently.
    My favorite stanza is:

    -And while I crawl across the black
    bathing in broken glass,
    I shared with sincerity.
    Here we shared a bed of ash,
    shattered sheets of Love's trash,
    our grief in the golden fields of sexual parody.-
    ^ Truly mind-blowing stanza.
    Keep writing, you are very talented!
    5/5 from me

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