marble

November 27th, 2011 | 206 Entries

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  1. There was something about the marble man that sat atop the hill in Lithow County that scared Nim. She knew that it was the pride and joy of the grand total of 242 villagers (including herself) that lived at the bottom of that hill. She knew the rifle he held in his creamy hands was meant to kill the cruel and evil, and the carefully carved out uniform he wore represented the right country, the right cause, the side fighting for the greater good. She knew that the villagers thought he sat upon his cold, stone steed bravely, and all truly believed, that the real man would one day return to Lithow. But Nim was not so sure. She had been to the top of the hill and had watched the marble man. His horse had grown old and his head hung as though it didn’t bother to look or care much what direction it headed in. His uniform had become torn to the point that it was indecipherable and unclear what faction he came from, and his rifle gone, his bloody hands empty. But what worried her most was when she stared into his eyes. Although the rest of his body had blackened and sagged, his eyes were still creamy white, cold marble.

    By Taylor K URL on 11.28.2011

  2. Her face was like marble, she never moved, she always looked forward, her eyes slanted downwards, her lips like ice, she sat still as if she was looking for something that was lost but had never been found. Some days she wondered if anyone was still awake but she hated herself for thinking that, she didn’t know, she didn’t have to know, she was perfect by herself. Her marble face was beautiful like it was, like she was born with. I wish I wasn’t like ice, she whispered often.

    By Carisse on 11.28.2011

  3. Her face was like marble, she never moved, she always looked forward, her eyes slanted downwards, her lips like ice, she sat still as if she was looking for something that was lost but had never been found. Some days she wondered if anyone was still awake but she hated herself for thinking that, she didn’t know, she didn’t have to know, she was perfect by herself. Her marble face was beautiful like it was, like she was born with. I wish I wasn’t like ice, she whispered often.

    By Carisse URL on 11.28.2011

  4. The pavement was slippery, and everything fell through. The glass was tainted, and I could not see through its imaginary existence. The glass lies and tells me things I tried to forget a few years: remember me, remember something that we painted with black ink and the mascara is smeared.

    By Elena Larson URL on 11.28.2011

  5. marble slab in my mind
    caught trapped
    with sleet n snow
    ivory coast
    on my counter
    life filled in the past
    now in marble slab counter top
    beauty made forever

    By LJ Banberry on 11.28.2011

  6. His pocket rocked, rolling its innards
    the thin squeak of marbles
    against marbles, grinding while spinning
    spun and weighted against their cracks

    A tenner, a misty, a halfsy,
    one a kaleidoscope shipwreck
    – petals in dry, clear breath

    Another seemed a frozen stream
    a eye of seaweed and wave
    the wind gave way to nothing

    By gsk URL on 11.28.2011