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Through a tousle of cloud and eggshell blue I heard Time
laugh unkind, my life a series of wispy scenes was maimed
by others' cruel jest, my hurt humidified by their crime,
they tried to clog my silence with sound, my spirit untamed.

Through my tender years I encased my heart in a crystal lair
where dreams were tossed with technicolor thoughts, but the bones
of my feelings were too shallow under the Stars-the pain was there
too, pulsing to be seen, blood I spied as I searched for home.

Within my crystal heart many shoreline scars I still wear,
a tattoo of hurt I carry inside where none can see but the breeze
that blows pulverized daydreams from my season of being scared,
but no more will I be the lost abstraction for others to tease.

Sometimes anger leaves me half-baked, my tears freshly bled
as I swell and seethe, searching for someone to hear my plea,
to unfurl the rhymes from my seams into a poem, a tangible tread
my spirit must reach, at last this crystal heart is free.

Staring into the horizon my eyes uncover the lies I had heard
a thousand score in my life, soiling my tender years with hurt
I saw how they smudged my splendor with malacious mirth,
when I learn to let go then my pain will seep into the Earth.

Laying low the cruelties pitched against my rare bliss
I vowed to remain as sensitive as I am, discarding scorn
to the past and its demons that taunt from fiery abyss,
at last my crystal heart licks clean her bloodied thorn.

January 29, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
A poem of pain and also of healing and hope.

This poem was inspired by "Crystal Thorn" by Creaking-door
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Avenvia Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
Ah, I miss Creaking-door, the style of this reminds me greatly of him, though it's also very much infused with your own unique way with words. You combine gentle imagery with passion extremely well.
Yes, I too very much miss Creaking-door...for a few weeks after his offical departure on January 16, I was still in moderate contact with him through notes because he said he could still read notes...but now he can't so I haven't been in contact with him since February 5. I miss him greatly too, he was my best friend not just on DA but in my real life as well. I really don't have much social contact in real life. Every time I see that someone has sent me a note I keep hoping that it will be from him saying that his health has improved. I have been having a difficult time adjusting to his absence, but I sincerely hope he will get better. I wish him the best in life, with health and healing, love and funny times. I told him in a note that I hoped he would meet a unicorn that would heal him with the magical custard it spurts from its horn.

I'm happy that you liked this poem inspired by one of his. I really liked the rhymes in this but I got some comments from people who thought it would be better if it was written free-verse style. Agnes doesn't think so. What do you think?
Avenvia Feb 28, 2012  Student Writer
Yeah, he introduced me to you and sometimes I think he pointed people my way, too, but obviously I can't be sure. It's also his influence that pushed me to become the kind of watcher I am, and to regularly interact with people here until I feel like I know them.

Personally, I like the rhyme because I like traditional forms - they can be quite rare. But it might be interesting to see you write about the same ideas and themes in free verse too, so I wouldn't really object to that =)
Creaking-door was a rare treasure on DA. He had such a strong committment to the people he watched over, commenting on everything. I want to be that kind of watcher too, and I will to those who will respond with comments on my poems too...I sincerely hope his health improves and maybe we will hear from him again. It's a rare gift to be able to touch the hearts of people you've never met, and that's the kind of gift that Rob gave to me and I'm sure to others. He made me feel special.
Avenvia Mar 1, 2012  Student Writer
I'm with you on that, he was indeed a rare person on here who really knew how to make friendships with his watchers.
mysticbliss11 Feb 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Very powerful and full of visual emotion. Easily one of the best pieces I've seen in a long time.
Thank-you very much for the high praise! I'm happy that it touched you so...
TheSilentMistress Feb 3, 2012  Student Writer
A beautiful poem.
Thank-you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
TheSilentMistress Feb 3, 2012  Student Writer
No problem.
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