Dare you call me inanimate?
My razorblade limbs
Will slit your throat
The next time you come at me
With monstrous scissors
A gardener!
A murderer, indeed
But your kind are never dormant
You breed, infesting all seasons
So I must kill your children
If you have not children
I will kill your friends
And see, if their corpses
Are more animated than I!
You will rot into nothingness,
A festering motion of decay
And my leaves will reach the sky
Author notes
#1.
Ooh. Guess what I am. 
And ahah -Touch me harder. Leave bruises. 
Written May 13th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Liquorice and Liquor by j-ay rose.
300 points, ended May 26, 2005, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Pretty Creative
I'm not sure if i understand what this is a contest for, but i love the poem. My boyfriend and i love Joseph Campell and he talks about plants having consciousness. I completely agree. I've also read articles describing the same possibility. Who's to say they don't have consciousness simply b/c they don't live the same way we do? Cool indeed.
Haha, i stumbled upon this b/c i was doing a search for Hedwig and the Angy Inch and this came up and i couldn't for the life of me figure out why this had anything to do with that movie, but i just read the first comment on your poem! I don't understand what made her think of that part of this song either, but great poem none the less.
Lizbian
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wow gasp i love it!! It makes me think of "Hedwig and the angry inch" ^^ him and his barbie doll crotch. maybe thats not what i was supposed to get from this poem but none the less it is very good ^^ keep up the good work
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Wow, this is really dark
Keep writing, I think this was about something sharp but I'm not sure
All the best,
Pozo
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giggles <2
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