Beneath the Remains

By RubyXero

In the most darkest hour
cradled in the remains
of defeat
This spirit burns.
Shadowed by words
cascading like metal spatter
sinking into skin
turned to stone.
Paralyzed
in the emptiness
of life.
Flaking...
shards of this self
begin to flutter away.
To flee in a mocking enmity.
Rid of this poisoned beauty.
Liberated.
Sunken so low
into nothingness.

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© 2008 RubyXero
Published on Saturday, March 22, 2008.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • Taunting The Reaper On Thursday, April 3, 2008, Taunting The Reaper (188)By person wrote:

    I've been there and worse and I adore it. No need for all the dissection for artistic content, et.al. b.s. as previously posted. I get ya...case closed.

  • MESUN On Saturday, March 22, 2008, MESUN (232)By person wrote:

    This at first doesn't seem to say much, but I re-read it twice and realized that each phrase said much much more than I first noticed. The "flaking" section I took to represent change, in some form, which itself is a simple idea, but often the details are intricate. I have no problem believing that these simple words thrown together with such precision do represent intricate ideas and feelings. (also I know what spatter is, that's fucking cool. lol)

  • MESUN On Saturday, March 22, 2008, MESUN (232)By person wrote:

    i hate spatter by the way. causes me more work than it's worth.

  • RubyXero On Sunday, March 23, 2008, RubyXero (578)By person wrote:

    this piece was more of a...lying in the gutter and feeling yourself break into a thousand little pieces and fly away kind of thing. take into consideration i wrote it at like 4 am. :)


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