Monday, April 12, 2010

Hmmm...

Something that I have always been passionate about it writing. Whether it is poetry, short stories, longer stories, or plays, I have always loved it. I decided that when our assignment was to write about ANYTHING on our blog, I figured it was a good opportunity to write a poem. I was sitting in Starbucks when I got out of work the other day, and just started writing. This is what I came up with. Any feedback would be great!


Dodging Shadows

She faded softly into his film:
Winding softly, stroking pigments.
A character in his indie film,
Named Skye or Fallon,
Or some other name that she wished
She could call her own.
Her untamed nature set fire to the tin house.
Angsty youth at its finest.
Her tangled hair twists like twined bodies
Enveloped in ardor.
Loose curls loose hands loose hearts.
Bronzed porcelain skin against inked dynastic memories,
She is lost in a black and white silence.
Burning alone amongst stars she breathes
Him in, hoping to enthrall her being with a
Vibrance of meaning.
A thread of vivacity.
Anything to make her exhale.
She is an autumn day shedding leaves to be reborn.
She is a walking cancer,
She is his emotional downfall.
She wants to be called home,
But tonight
No one will answer the door.

2 comments:

  1. Love this:

    She wants to be called home,
    But tonight
    No one will answer the door.

    And this:

    A character in his indie film,
    Named Skye or Fallon,
    Or some other name that she wished
    She could call her own.

    Not so excited about "Angsty" but enjoyed the poem over all!

    Thanks for sharing this.

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  2. Great poem with some very strong imagery:

    Her tangled hair twists like twined bodies
    Enveloped in ardor.
    Loose curls loose hands loose hearts.
    Bronzed porcelain skin against inked dynastic memories,
    She is lost in a black and white silence.

    Ardor is a great word btw :)

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