boasts a wicked wind
perpetual poison
howls about
screaming whispered secrets
in small circles of idiots
frosty change of
attitude and apathy sends
ache ripping through the bones
like a bite of bitter brown tar
circumstance becomes comedy to
exploit the inexplicable
and pour deceptive sweetness
onto proper sin
pain wringing the heart dry
perhaps for the sake of
perilous pleasure
entertainment of those
who applaud emptiness
and sob stories
in a rainbow of horror
that bends the mind to conformity
pointy fingers shriek
--bad--
on every corner
no color left of acid dreams
melted into hell and hierarchy
full spectrum blacked out in
angry sharpie tones of
taunt and tragedy
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Written November 27th, 2005
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sorry i pressed enter i hadnt even finished reading! being surrounded by to many idiots that is from the comment above pour deceptive sweetness onto proper sin what a line here such anger envelopes here, strong points used within great imagery, so good to read your no nonsense poetry
i write how i wanna ha
love it
abigail
formerly
heart on sleeve
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in small circle of idits such a lovley line one i snuggle to having been surrounded by to man
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Onerios13 and I would like to thank you for entering, however, I would say this isn't quite what we're looking for, and we're opting to remove this from the contest. We invite you to enter any future contests, and hope to see more from you at another time. Thanks
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This is certainly a poem filled with wonderful terrible images, amazing word combinations and great writing. Like gossip that can ruin a reputation, yet make those who spread these rumours, puff up their chest and live through them. Amazing write.
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