If you could just see the beauty,
in this perfect line,
this fragile hardness.
There is no comfort here,
not a pillow to sit on,
going through life without
coats or blankets.
But look how free
i still am and will be
some kind of goddess
looking down, always,
I see love.
Below me
and it doesn't reach me.
Sick oh so sick,
the stomach is bloated,
filled with rotting emptiness
and oh it lets me know it.
Where is the other way,
this road has to have more turns
more curves
on its straight hard spine.
well I tried turning,
turning turning hell,
maggots tickling hotly in my veins,
worse than nothing.
They clogged my heart,
they ate my brain,
and they taste like
white wriggling butter.
I'm so sorry,
don't
look at me that way,
I tried to find another way.
Author notes
I guess there's nothing redemptive in this poem. Sorry.
I hope you find a happier road. God it's so hard.
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850 points, ended June 2, 2007, 27 entries
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I loved this poem, it was really descriptive and beautiful
It described every little emotion so perfectly
And got to every little nook and cranny of what is going on and how we feel
It was just amazing
I would have prefered something more healing, but for sheer beauty and master I have to acnowledge this one
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