April 23, 2008
By Brian Sparks, Philadelphia, PA

At the speed of absolute zero
bullet stagnates

Sandwhittled tears as sure as the sun -
a product of blue saints
rain upon my face.

Memory-tailored scars as cold as this gun -
the steel pigments
parade my skin;
sanguine snakes.

Bursting inside, the emotions I can't take -
the biting teeth that are imagination's bane.
As sure as the sad ship sunk
in the currents of time, I too,
have drown in pain.

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This article has 4 comments.

erikabelmore said...
on Nov. 17 2008 at 11:39 pm
Wow. this is very powerful. You express the pain very well. Great poem!!

13blkrosez said...
on Oct. 20 2008 at 8:27 pm
great word choice

on Oct. 13 2008 at 1:08 am
This is really good. I especially like "sandwhittled tears"

babyg07 said...
on Sep. 28 2008 at 6:48 pm
I really like this.It expresses who you are and I know how all of the paibn goes.


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