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Poem #2: Dress of Bones
1 ReviewsDress of Bones by CosmicZombie
First thing's first: my feedback for your entries. Before I get into this I'd like to say a quick thanks to you who decided to do this and even those who reviewed their entries. It wouldn't be a thing without you people.
Remembering by atomickilljoy: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204447 Well, you told me you poured emotion into this and you sure did. It was not in vain honey. You know I got the chills reading this? Yeah. All in all, a great entry and the very first one too.
Someday by Sam41: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204524 I like your take on this. It was dark, I'll give you that and I do think it got better as I went along. It was quite a saddening piece. Nicely done.
Twenty-seven by OutForTheCount: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204875 What can I say except "Oh Cecilia! You're breaking my heart!" (Brownie points if anyone understood that.) I'm glad you decided to post this. I'm proud of you too. It took a lot of guts. It was awesome to actually know what you were inspired by even though writing it down for us had to be rather painful. It truly was stunning but I suppose that's because it was your real emotion coming out. I was so moved, I just had this feeling in my chest the entire way through.
The Rituals and the Cure by AdnarimSmada: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204895 As you could probably figure out, this is what I wrote. Her poetry put such an image in my head and the thing is, I had to write a plot around the scene. It's a bit abstract but I hope you dudes will be able to make sense of it. You tell me how I did. Cecilia, I hope I was at least halfway passable.
Alright then, our next poem is going to be "Dress of Bones" by CosmicZombie. If you ask me it's one of the best Lucy's ever written but that's just my opinion.
Dress of Bones
A pair of zombied eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
A skeleton, a ghost,
Paper skin to wither.
A face stitched on,
Perfect and pristine,
Caked dollar-sign lies,
The truth forever unseen.
A pair of wizened eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
A corpse, a husk,
Society’s brainwashed sinner.
A slathering of gloss,
Harsh, pink, obscene,
Hiding the whispered truth,
As if it’s black, it’s tar, it’s
Unclean.
So I look through the mirror,
Past the zombied eyes,
The pale tweaked features,
And cheap, plastic lies.
Jutting bones and jagged hips,
Bulbous ribs and cracking lips.
False.
Scared.
Untimely.
Dead.
A leathery teenage corpse,
Gnarled and knotted and wrinkled,
Sullied and stained from
A society where honesty is ugly
A population threaded
To demented, dark fairytales,
Venom-surgery embedded-
Anything to hide
The truth.
The breathing skeleton in the mirror
Thinks she’s in control,
In charge of her Frankenstein ‘beauty’.
But,
Where’s your soul?
A pair of teary eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
Liquid salt of a dead girl,
Choked-up sins hither.
Maybe she knows.
But the limp corpses,
Decomposing behind her eyes,
Tell a different story;
One of silenced cries.
Too silenced.
She never listened
To what she’s killed.
Now a pair of hollow eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
But I don’t think she can see;
Death’s claw,
Coil round my throat,
Until it’s red and raw,
Talons gouging deeper and deeper.
She’s tweezered and plucked and perfected
Too
Much.
All her skeletal eyes can see now,
Is this defaced notion of beauty,
Forever.
A pair of zombied eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
Lost, brainwashed; dying,
A media-poisoned zone.
She looks at this breathing skeleton,
And only sees
The latest style;
A funeral dress of splintered bones.
Get excited and leave me an entry. The deadline is this coming Sunday at midnight.
-Adnarim Smada
Remembering by atomickilljoy: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204447 Well, you told me you poured emotion into this and you sure did. It was not in vain honey. You know I got the chills reading this? Yeah. All in all, a great entry and the very first one too.
Someday by Sam41: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204524 I like your take on this. It was dark, I'll give you that and I do think it got better as I went along. It was quite a saddening piece. Nicely done.
Twenty-seven by OutForTheCount: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204875 What can I say except "Oh Cecilia! You're breaking my heart!" (Brownie points if anyone understood that.) I'm glad you decided to post this. I'm proud of you too. It took a lot of guts. It was awesome to actually know what you were inspired by even though writing it down for us had to be rather painful. It truly was stunning but I suppose that's because it was your real emotion coming out. I was so moved, I just had this feeling in my chest the entire way through.
The Rituals and the Cure by AdnarimSmada: http://www.ficwad.com/story/204895 As you could probably figure out, this is what I wrote. Her poetry put such an image in my head and the thing is, I had to write a plot around the scene. It's a bit abstract but I hope you dudes will be able to make sense of it. You tell me how I did. Cecilia, I hope I was at least halfway passable.
Alright then, our next poem is going to be "Dress of Bones" by CosmicZombie. If you ask me it's one of the best Lucy's ever written but that's just my opinion.
Dress of Bones
A pair of zombied eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
A skeleton, a ghost,
Paper skin to wither.
A face stitched on,
Perfect and pristine,
Caked dollar-sign lies,
The truth forever unseen.
A pair of wizened eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
A corpse, a husk,
Society’s brainwashed sinner.
A slathering of gloss,
Harsh, pink, obscene,
Hiding the whispered truth,
As if it’s black, it’s tar, it’s
Unclean.
So I look through the mirror,
Past the zombied eyes,
The pale tweaked features,
And cheap, plastic lies.
Jutting bones and jagged hips,
Bulbous ribs and cracking lips.
False.
Scared.
Untimely.
Dead.
A leathery teenage corpse,
Gnarled and knotted and wrinkled,
Sullied and stained from
A society where honesty is ugly
A population threaded
To demented, dark fairytales,
Venom-surgery embedded-
Anything to hide
The truth.
The breathing skeleton in the mirror
Thinks she’s in control,
In charge of her Frankenstein ‘beauty’.
But,
Where’s your soul?
A pair of teary eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
Liquid salt of a dead girl,
Choked-up sins hither.
Maybe she knows.
But the limp corpses,
Decomposing behind her eyes,
Tell a different story;
One of silenced cries.
Too silenced.
She never listened
To what she’s killed.
Now a pair of hollow eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
But I don’t think she can see;
Death’s claw,
Coil round my throat,
Until it’s red and raw,
Talons gouging deeper and deeper.
She’s tweezered and plucked and perfected
Too
Much.
All her skeletal eyes can see now,
Is this defaced notion of beauty,
Forever.
A pair of zombied eyes,
Watch me in the mirror,
Lost, brainwashed; dying,
A media-poisoned zone.
She looks at this breathing skeleton,
And only sees
The latest style;
A funeral dress of splintered bones.
Get excited and leave me an entry. The deadline is this coming Sunday at midnight.
-Adnarim Smada
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