Regret
Yellowish colors painted in a vanilla sky, demons portrayed in recollections
Brush strokes of Monet, karma calling home, horizons bleeding with sins
Can we show how kind our evil is?
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Spiderwebs hang waiting, in the corners of open doorways
Covering imperfect skin, before hands rush, to wipe away the nightmares
How did we lose ourselves in places we didn't want to go?
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Pottery wheels spin, ghosts mold pieces of clay with revenant hands
Kilns burn with flames, baking past days, until what used to be explodes
Are we just running from the eyes we see in the mirror?
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Compasses turn round and round, unscrewing needles
Circles of glass fall, directions escape, disappearing in the winds
Where will we go when time won't let us go back?
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Drops of hail rain down in white ice, falling from troubled skies
Seasons of guilt, pass repentant, in tears cried from wounds
Can we forgive ourselves for the skeletons we keep?
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Beautiful 🖤
Congratulation 🎉🎉 for top story . "Your talent knows no bounds! I'm constantly amazed by the depth and authenticity of your Work
Forgiveness of oneself is so difficult, but holding on to it, is almost prideful, in a way, too. Your poem is intriguing.
Congrats on Top Story
Congrats on Top Story!
With each sentence resonating with intense depth and passion, your words create an eerie yet realistic image of regret and contemplation.
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Hauntingly beautiful, That line about forgiving ourselves for the skeletons is going to stay with me for a long time 🤍 Stunning x
Awesome display of words, my friend! Congrats!
Are we just running from the eyes we see in the mirror? What a fantastic line - and what a great top story.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
You have said a lot in this poem - karma, running away, baking past days... Congrats on TS.
awesome and makes me wonder, can I every forgive / forget the skeletons I keep. they keep coming back to haunt me.
That is sometimes the hardest of forgiveness, of oneself. Great choice of words and wonderful flow, one line sets up the next.
That's a truly hard sell for me. Forgiving anyone else seems possible, even in the most dramatic of cases, but me...?
Love how each of the prompt words took center stage in a stanza, yet a cohesive tone and thread links them clearly!
Congrats on the TS
Ah, I love a deep dive into such thought provoking creations. Thank you for waking me up today!
Awesome 😮😮
Our kind of evil can be “kind” as if self righteousness and pity can draw out the intention, I really enjoyed your philosophical piece
This is amazing… ‘Brush strokes of Monet… Compasses turn round and round, unscrewing needles Circles of glass fall, directions escape, disappearing in the winds Where will we go when time won't let us go back?’ Excellent use of the word prompts!🤩 Such evocative language.
You create such vivid images. Awesome poem!
awesome job!!!!
Oh this hit deep. These lines spoke to me: "Seasons of guilt, pass repentant, in tears cried from wounds Can we forgive ourselves for the skeletons we keep?" Wonderful writing :)
Spectacular super surreal!!!💕❤️❤️