Spilled my coffee in the car,
Had to clean it up with a pair of pants.
Oftentimes I wonder where we are.
The reason why I scream these rants.
They come out of me like the whisper of Aeolus,
Between the trees in the wood of suicides.
I speak through the wounds of the time of us,
And I'm questioning who am I?
This veil of gray covers my eyes.
I see everything through a storm.
Each raindrop is built of pain and lies,
Hatred is my norm.
Life lasts for all time,
As long as pain holds out.
Pain and disease flow in my rhyme,
Because I'm not allowed to shout.
They tell me I'm crazy,
I don't belong out here.
These words do not faze me,
I stay silent not from fear.
I just have no words to say,
Nothing describes my thoughts.
I line up words to make them stay,
but they mix up into knots.
What am I to do?
but scream inside my head.
I write these words to you,
So you know that I'm not dead.
I cannot speak to others.
The world cannot hear.
They think we look like brothers,
But my syntax causes fear.
I need a translator.
A bridge from me to them,
Make my sentences straighter,
Perhaps they'll no longer condemn.
Spilled my coffee this morning.
My dashboard is still damp.
The cup still sits mourning,
Her one and only chance.
Author notes
Hope you get a picture of me with this one.
A contest entry
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wow
i really liked this one
i thougt it was incredible
geat job -
Great poem, thank you for entering.
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Interesting author note.
Why did you put 'Dear Amanda'? That's not my name nor an id I have ever had. Just curious as I do have a friend who uses the amanda id. -
Keep purging these words...it will lead you on a magnificent self journey...from one insane chick....
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