Forty Going On Forty-One
Crossing lines I didn’t know existed,
apparently they do, but don’t tell anyone.
The apprehension in my stomach,
gnawing like a tapeworm,
as I replay the conversation.
Wondering if I should ask for your number,
Goosebumps protruding under every arm hair.
Rolling my eyes and smiling every second,
like a constipated hyena.
Striking poses in front the mirror,
Tapping my fake nails along the bed banister.
Feeling all of fourteen, but looking more like forty,
I pin back my tangled hair, that isn’t blond.
The clock is screaming that it’s seven-
I could care less.
(normally I’m in bed by eight-thirty)
Any minute he’ll come sneaking up my driveway,
I’ll be Cinderella until he brings me home.
I click my heels, and crack a smile,
No place like home, right?
I twirl around-
watch the skirt fly above my knees.
The hours drop like flies dripped in honey.
Why does that sound all-the-more appeasing?
The room spins like water down a drain pipe,
Or Dorothy’s house melting in bleeding winds.
I hope you die.
Author notes
the only thing that sucks more than a bad date, is being stood up, and then being left alone, in a house that should be empty. ugh
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- You know who you are... by Nicole Hanna.
11000 points, ended June 8, 2007, 12 entries
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Have you ever wanted to eat a poem? I kind of wanted to injest this. I sound not so normal.
Anywho, gah this is great. Finally, there is a teenage poet that doesn't have to throw gaudy, un-needed words into a poem to get their message across. And you're witty. You're my new favorite now. -
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lol...thanks for the compliments. I like being a favorite.
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Ewww, the image of a tapeworm was just not what I needed in my head. lol. But the fact that it's there and feels like it's staying for a while means you did your job as a poet
I liked the "that isn't blonde" bit, just kinda made me giggle for some reason. And the end. that deserves a full on hoorah!
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lol, it was hard concentrating on this, since I was typing this with a bunch of preteens running around the house. I always try to 'be there' (where I'm writing, know what I mean?) But it's kind of hard with 6 teens running by you and constantly screaming.
Anyways, I'm glad you liked it okay. I may play with it a little more for players sake.
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I'm just now getting around to commenting more and replying to .. .well... replies. LOL I've been so messed up the past two weeks it's not even funny. You mentioned preteens, and just imagine a bunch of them running through a nerve in your back... yeah.... I pinched a nerve. lol. Anyway, if you play with it, let me know what the changes were. I always enjoy seeing the specifics of edits that are made.
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