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On broken wings

Missing image

Standing on street corners
Filled with trash and the stench of sex

Hazy blurred dreams, yesterdays condoms and promises not kept
Love never came to you so you came to it
Day after day
Just to feed a habit never broken
And never thought of as a habit
On broken wings you travel the pornographic minds
Of punks, drunks and perverts
Robbing yourself of dignity
One more hit baby,
That’s all you need…you convince yourself
Makeup smears and fishnet stockings
Pouty lips, empty eyes
No pain no gain you tell yourself
Rotting on the inside, already dead on the outside

Owned by a Cracker Jack Pimp
and pushing forty
Never thought life would be this long
Searching the sidewalk for discarded cigarette butts
Cheap whiskey nights bought from spare change
stolen from a johns pockets when he was distracted
Alley blow jobs and quick hand jerks
All for the glory of that hit
Party freak~
That’s your nickname
On broken wings you travel the night
Hey baby, a twenty will get it all
Need some love? I got it for you…
Just a bag of skin wrapped around some bones
A shell of a human, now emptied of a soul
Satan long ago snatched it from you
Laughing with your demon as you walk the night
preaching of a God you wish you knew
One more hit…just one and you’ll call it a night
But the night never ends…
Because the crackerjack whore never rests,
Always looking for that next BIG score
Just one more hit~

Author notes

Not a pretty picture. I had to go deep, really deep to pull this one out. Scared the bejeezers outta me.

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  • Seeking Peace silver member
    January 22, 2007

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    Holy Hell, you did this so well, I've never seen the darker side of Becky before, I don't care for it at all, expect to come here and get my smiles... just kidding, you have mastered the mind of people like this so well, I felt as if I were on the street corner and it scared the you know what outta me too.... tis a sad state of affairs that they end up this way, but you have written this so well.... great job hun

    Karen


  • -Ink Artist-
    January 22, 2007

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    Damn girl, you dug deep alright! This is amazing! The imagery was piercing, very sensory. Some truly striking lines within this piece. I'm floored! Fabulous work! Best of luck to you in this contest!

    ~Lori


  • dark-heart
    January 21, 2007

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    its every homeless, helpless prostitute you see when you walk down the streets. such a shame our society has come to this. i would imagine writing this poem was a challenge, but you pulled it off beautifully. excellent job


  • nell
    January 21, 2007

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    I have to say i liked this piece.. its rough and raw, just like society is.. how we try so hard to look past it while we walk the streets.. this is great work.

    Shanelle

  • surreal realist
    January 21, 2007
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    Yes, sad to say that this so true for too many people.

  • surreal realist
    January 21, 2007
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    uh huh,


  • W B Burkholder
    January 21, 2007
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    HOLY CRAP! Becky this is amazing, tuthful down to earth raw truth poetry, OUTSTANDING!!!!! RAW in its most basic form but you meet this with an ability to masterfully pen and place the reader there on the street, simply awesome, well done Kid, well done


  • ParadiseKiss
    January 21, 2007

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    whoa...

    wow... when i read this poem, i actually imaged this happening to me as if i was the one who did all that. great write, keep it up!

  • Rowan gold member
    January 21, 2007

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    You pulled hard..

    And it shows..holy hannah, this is good shit.
    Excellent, excellent, excellent.
    Wow.

    "Love never came to you so you came to it"
    Just one of the lines I loved. This is one of the best I've seen from you. Be very, very proud.


  • Lady-Pegasus
    January 21, 2007
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    VERY good

    Now this one felt real to me... like u really reached down inside yourself to find this one, ( not from experience, i imagine, but from with your poets soul)
    LOL mayhap you should scare yourself more often if something so deep and dark like this is the result, hehe.

  • hurtgurl
    January 21, 2007

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    oh my gosh this is one scary piece belive me i have gone throuhg whats this is talking about and you hit everything on the head very good


  • Venugopal gold member
    January 21, 2007

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    A reality about everything. When some thing is done continuously it becomes a habit a mechanical thing. Sex became mechanical as every thing else.The dead habits are pulling us on from day to day as potryed in a way through your poem. One should guard against one self against falling into dead habit. Thank you for sharing and also for commenting on Geological marvel. Let us share thoughts.With love....Venu


  • paullallady silver member
    January 21, 2007

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    "A shell of a human, now emptied of a soul
    Satan long ago snatched it from you
    Laughing with your demon as you walk the night
    preaching of a God you wish you knew"

    Once again you have stretched your poetic wings to another poetic realm. This is very dark, sad and
    deep. Great job on this.


  • Poetic Aphrodite
    January 21, 2007

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    Becky this is wonderfully penned for such a serious and deep write, Bella

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