Sculptor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poetry writing for 7th grade. Based on another poem (forgot the author's name).

 

For my face shape, I want a sculpted diamond.

Furthermore, because my ambitions are hidden,

do delight in making it flat

instead of three dimensional.

 

On my hard faces is to placed with

a grim smirk without its meaning

and notice the soundless laugh

traveling to the depths in the form’s eyes

that escaped my lifelessness.

 

In the end, it should be my shape,

but with blooming happiness.

 

My posture is an importance.

Make sure each line represents

my slouching carelessness,

my solemn empty hands,

and a fractal for my endless thoughts.

 

Leave me out when it is night,

and when the eclipse is up

for me to stare up at the looming darkness.

 

My confidence is the bars

that holds her up when the wind blows,

so she won’t fall into the chaotic jumbles.

 

Surrounding me are mocking birds

simplified to arrows dug into her

and the pain that bleeds through her is tainted red.

She continues ignoring as if she doesn’t exist

while wishing to live in another world.

 

Complete the sorrowful clone

by wording life, which comes out of her mouth.

Put a nose in the middle of my face

in order for me to smell the smoke.

The final touch includes my corpse blue,

isolated in cold from others.


Submitted: March 31, 2012

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