This picture and i
are one in the same
we are suited for eachother
for it is made up of scribbles...
scribbles of different types
some of pain, and hate.
with two eyes
both of which are filled with meaningless
worthlessness...
eyes that are lost, dazed and confused.
A body with no arms or legs
that feels like there is nowhere to go from here
STUCK...
Stuck in a town that provides absolutely nothing
Lacking in education, transportaion, and a career.
I feel totally paralyzed in depression.
Miserable that this is all that I am made up of..
suited as a little scribbled drawing.
A contest entry
- Enough. by skitza.
525 points, ended February 20, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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k so I changed the poems background, and tried a different wording, i hope its more to ur liking...thank you for the feed back on the first draft.
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Ouch! I had to hide the background because it was unbearable to look at.
I like this poem. It seems strong in its weakness, if that makes sense.
I can understand feeling like 'scribbles'... Was this related to my picture on the contest?
I can relate to what you say in this poem also, 'Stuck with no job, no car, no real education'. Perhaps you could think of a more creative way to explain this...?
'Miserable that this is all that I am made up of..
suited as a little scribbled drawing.' And cheer up!
Thanks for entering.
skitza
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I did start the idea with wat i saw in the foto and then it just flowed into the way i felt about my life.. and it was the first poem that I really didn't put a lot of thought in it.. I just started writing and the picture was something that is still in my ming...lol.. but thanks for the comment and i didn't realize how brite that really was... so i changed it and i'll work on being more creative..
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Thanks for changing the background.
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