insignificant.
it’s not that, so much,
as not knowing how to be significant,
who to,
what I want –
because ‘class clown’ isn’t such a funny label
when you know they’re thinking ‘freak’
and sometimes,
an absence of talent really –stings-
in ways I don’t know how to handle –
lack of ‘pretty,’ light-years from ‘popular’
years of inventing my own meter-rule
just don’t measure up, any more
when even my music’s nothing special,
poetry to be sneered at
and who cares about maths, really?
voice-mocked too,
‘oh don’t,
you ruin any song you sing’
until I’m sorry, but
repetition brings a taste of truth,
doesn’t it?
we’re all about lines,
boundaries, manners –
so maybe that’s my worst failure,
because I never could see the chalk
on the playground
Author notes
Not sure why I entered this - it's not exactly a -poem- now is it? Eh.
Macey Muse, if you were wondering. Rambling about the pernicious subject of self-doubt.
A contest entry
- For My Homies/Favorites #5 (Enter Quick!!!) by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended February 20, 2007, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - difference by The Black Raven.
300 points, ended July 3, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What makes you say this isn't a poem? lol
I liked this. There were some certain areas that really sounded cool... like the ending.. it was fantastic. I like how you started the poem with just one word- good emphasis there.
For what this is, I thought it was excellent.
Glad to see that you entered. Good luck
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It's almost a Fragment, because it's - well. I hesitate to say this, but it's -real-. Very few of my personal poems are actually true, about me, and if they are they tend to have a point, like '.' but this - eh. Rambles. Like, an extra-long Fragment except with even less poeticity.
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