In the silence

In the silence

A Poem by Adela Muresan
"

Funny how many things stay hidden�in the silence.

"

the black thorns sank into my flesh…

and pain exploded inside me.

 

I lay

 

on the cold pedestal in blood

dripped from my skin.

 

Shivers spread   

as my stifled screams echo trough the tunnels…

 

 

 

Black deep tunnels…  

with long cold whispers…

 

 

 

She raises from my marble case again.

 

Pink eyes glimmer, with evil, as she laughs …

 

my laugh

 

as she stains

my body

 

as she strangles

my dreams

 

becoming once again

 

me.     

 

© 2008 Adela Muresan


Author's Note

Adela Muresan
Often we become what we are not.

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Adela, one word comes to mind--bold. I like the economy of language, but not just the economy but the careful selection of strong verbs and vivid adjectives and a pacing that slaps one up side the head and then back down again. This poem, this vision, your words, here, now, attack the reader with passion and depth and a rawness that makes one want to strip the veneer from our bodies and swim in the lake of eternal authenticity. In other words, I liked this poem very, very much. :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I really enjoyed this one...Thank you....

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nicely portrayed. I think you meant dripping.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intense and painful.. yet passionate.
Falsehood, facade.. becoming
what is expected rather than what is..

Truly great work Adela. Very raw.. makes one
want to find truth and wash themselves
of the uncleanliness of it all..

Great job!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

She raises from my marble case again.



Pink eyes glimmer, with evil, as she laughs �



my laugh

Deliciosly Dark and very well presented and wonderfully written

THanks for submitting this to Darkness Becomes You ConTesT~Fran Marie



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this was very powerful. It truly grabs the readers' thoughts. Great job!

jkb

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a little to me. It's like being inside a nightmare that you can't wake up from. A very well written piece.

"Black deep tunnels�

with long cold whispers�"

Yes, I think that this one gives me goosebumps. A very excellent descriptive poem. I like it a lot.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE this!!! This describes so perfectly what I have tried to explain to people, but just never found the right words!!!!!

BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Josie

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem sends shivers down my spine! The choice in words, the imagery, the split in personalities speaking. It's genius.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very effective in delivering the message. from the start picks up the pace and by the end gives the reader an uncanny feeling, maybe because the reader clearly gets the feeling of "Often we become what we are not." very mature and strong poem, I liked it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked this, a lot. It was really intense, and your vocabulary and structure gave so much more meaning to the poem. It has a great rhythm, and really gets the reader thinking. Great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Adela Muresan
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Heya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..

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