Overrated dreams
caught up in the fantasy
of false yearning
Torn fishnets and
lime green converse
with street lights
that blind
Technicolor tears
and dusty windows
line the pathway
to nowhere
Angels frozen
from the icy bullshit
that escapes blue lips
Slash the pain with
rainbow painted fingernails
the essence of psycho
written all over your face
Flashing lights,
shaken to reality
and you fight
the impulse to scream
Author notes
Option 8
A contest entry
- I don't feel right when you're gone away:: Broken-ness. Pain. Emo by SarahEatsAirplane.
340 points, ended May 17, 2007, 45 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I liked the part that said something about fighting the impulse to scream... I SOOO know what that's like... Things just get so hard that you don't want to care who hears you scream but you care anyways... Complicated... Anyways, this was a great write... I adored it!! Keep writing, my love!
+[♥]=HollyxHavok=[♥]+
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great poem love it good luck
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Absolutly grim but a good poem for the option, I don't think you've ever turned tricks but I think you've known people and have had a very good insight to the Game. I believe you've been well educated in the terrors of the street.
Keep it up its a good poem.
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great imagery... good use of the wordbank
i really like this.
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