Sum up nineteen years of life.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on July 21
- Rewards: Gold: 600, Silver: 500, Bronze: 300, Honorable mention: 2 people
- Final notes: I of course appreciated all your entries. Some of them changed my perspective on a few things. I leave with a poem by Alexandra http://allpoetry.com/alexandra.
Failed Eugenics.
2 October 1992.
i am an uneventful birth.
14 March 1993.
canada: i am sky kissed from reaching out to grasp plane trails, sleeping in cordite and orange blankets.
6 October 1994.
my brother is born. nobody asks me, but i adore him.
i learn from my dad that it is easy to kill something you love.
21 July 1995.
i am honey hair, smoke and dandelions for bones, fingers of haribo rings, blues and reds and pinks so sunny that i cry for nature’s moon shadows and dusty births.
i sleep in grandma’s garden, under starlight i paint leaves so they can dance and i bury cheerio’s, for doughnut trees.
‘you only planted weeds’
2 September 1996.
my mother dresses me in scarlet, because she wants me to be brilliant.
first day of school, i trip and cut my knees. i attack my lip, turning it puce, because my knees are hidden by the cloth and
mother says crying is selfish.
12 November 1997.
‘if alex wants to play ball, and all the other girls want to play skip,
then, then alex will play ball;
by herself’
1 September 1998.
nylon thistles cage an embroidered lion roaring on my breast; i am gaudy like pride but not a thread as strong.
i don’t know how to hold your hand,
so i hold my own.
15 June 1999.
summer; i am the cotton lipped girl. i ferment pollen as a subsitute for honey and try to get drunk on weightlessness and hot coals.
i dance instead of running but somersault through the playground,
shattering my bones.
i destroy my spine, just
before it's needed most.
27 May 2000.
it’s impossible to remember anything about this year, except that every single
golden hero blazes their feet of clay.
8 August 2001.
beauty appears in sunsets and winter postcards. the beach calls through twilight air; i somehow guess the way. melanoma muscles stand alone, illuminated by a vulgar sunrise. sugar hands atrophy and dig out a grave in dunes and rushes, seeping seawater.
7 October 2002.
fingers become inkblots,
arms turn cherry,
eyes shine soil,
i find that angel wings explode when eyelashes are yanked from their beds and
fall like feathers to iced pools and crystallised petals.
17 April 2003.
i am the only one who can tread water at swimming lessons; only because i’ve been trying to keep afloat for three years now. i'm almost vomiting at what the teachers see; a fat deformity with an ugly personality, crying.
no-one knows that this place holds memories of her dad,
dropping her in the deep end to see if she could swim.
21 March 2004.
i write a story about being abandoned. for mothers day, i wrap it in navy and feldgrau and put it under her mattress,
so she can sleep on it.
5 May 2005.
i play rugby, for i love the ‘boy’ with ribbon intercostals and pink blood.
i try to be a blue girl; reasoning that we will cancel out,
like x’s in those impossible long divisions.
he understands how these letters and numbers can just disappear,
but i don't.
reality is already terrifying; i swear into envelopes and daisies that i will never die.
31 December 2006.
i watch spiders in forgotten trees and realise that if you make yourself repulsive, you shouldn't miss what you can't have.
1 April 2007.
i leave biro philosophies on toilet walls, reminding strangers that
caress and carcass are only two letters different,
vile and live are the same,
falling should never be confused for falling in love.
i am caught a week before easter and the attendant smiles and asks why didn't i give it up.
i talk to her for two hours and she reads my notebooks and looks at my shoes and says
'you're a dying breed.'
she's only got the first bit right.
21 January 2008.
i learn that if you are only bones, you can stop nature.
i wear red elastic bands; so i can flex and morph and not snap, but rubber bands are easy to forget and soon people mistake me for the tin pipes and solder wire in my veins.
i develop an obsession with wings and for breathing underwater, so when i feel the ugliest i've ever been, i stand on the bridge and prepare to fall and drown.
i only just learn east from west.
1 January 2009.
iamsixteen. iamsixteen. ifeelsix. iamsixteen. iamsixteen. iwanttobesix. iamsixteen. iamsixteen. i'msixtysix. idon'twanttobesixteen. ifeelsixty. iamreallysixteen. iamsixteen. ifeelsixty. ineedtobesix.
i.am.sixteen.
Contest Winners
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Bright Lights and lemons smells welcomed the Birth of the Diva Child.
Open Windows and Smooth Winds raised her wild.• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~ road cats' eyes take, make no mistake, tomorrow threads your dreams ...by Jonathan ROBIN 39 lines, 84 comments, on Dec 12 3:59 AM 2006. In Society, Time, Life
Bronze trophy winner
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Before completion
of the teen age• Viewed by judge. [remove] - Error: Unable to find finalist item 5548163, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
Entries [9]
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What is the essence of my life?
Is it simply a random chain of eventsby MassMan 41 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 19 1:17 PM• Commented on by judge. -
Lead with the right, follow with the left
do this a few times without talking,• Viewed by judge. Prewrite -
Step 1 Learn to breath and speak.
Step 2 Learn to crawl walk and run.by Momma Goose 29 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 19 3:47 PM• Commented on by judge. -
Still looking for that place I called home.• Viewed by judge.
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