Fun is tapping into the vein
with the one tool I have,
to s.a.b.o.t.a.g.e your life.
It's listening to the sound of
broken footsteps,
leaving dust at ten to seven in the morning.
Knowing that no one will ever come back to this city.
Or rather falling
nine inches in,
and having no one to pick you out of this hole.
Fun is watching all the colours disappear.
Fun is smashing all your dreams.
Fun is being stabbed in the back,
and still building chains,
just to hold you back.
Author notes
23rd February 2007. 1:44am.
[ which is basically now, for me anyway ]
ok, so I got a bit twisted.
not personal at all.
but if i ever did get backstabbed, it's how I would imagine I would feel.
Not my best, but I thought I would attempt to write something.
still major writers blockage, grrr.
♥
A contest entry
- Hey, you. by sweetpearl.
700 points, ended February 23, 2007, 10 entries
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i feel you on this
i see a nuff live this way in the concrete jungle
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wow.. i've been down this road a time or two.. often see myself slipping away onto that path.. it's hard to bring myself back again, but that's just the way it is... great write, thanks for sharing!
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Wicked!!!!!!!
SABOTAGE, now there's an acrostic, thought it was going to be at first. But more so, with hysteria, you seem here to be more of an onlooker, than indulging in it, Nicely done
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and still building chains,
just to hold you back.
loved that. -
Loverly
djkfzdg.
I entered this.
yours kicks my ass.
You deserve to do well.
amazing entry love
Kat -
Sometimes we write brilliantly during our self-proclaimed writer's block and you had great words to work with (not thanks to me either ... but to the amazing bands, heh)
No one could read the first three lines and not carry on ... SUCKER beginning.
The first two lines of the second stanza reminded me of a Pearl Jam song ... or a few. Listening and footsteps and such.
Third stanza kicked my ass ... reminded me of me in a way, the old me ... the teenage me so did the last stanza and your description of fun. Oh the things we take from people. The emotional beatings we take from so-called friends. We let them in, let them tear us apart, and forgive forget all over again. Until I turned old enough to say "fuck you all" and cut them all loose.
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hehe waheyy, i managed to sound like a band
i've never heard a song from,
haha go me.
& it's true we take so much shit from people. -
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my favourite band at that!
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