She painted the street with her words,
striking a match against her cherry heels and breathing out a poem onto the dusky road.
Whispered notes, a singing smile;;
and stretching inches of tape measures around fat fingers.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the thinnest, of them all?"
Nail polish remover can get rid of almost everything;;
[except your regrets]
Prism nails and over grown hair tumbling down your shoulders,
the smell off wood smoke and perfume in the night air.
Word vomit and neanderthal kisses,
and I gave you everything, and took nothing back,
and you sat there smirking at me and pretending to slam my head through the wall.
I broke myself into little bite sized pieces and packaged myself away in plastic sandwich bags,
smushing them into your lunch box and closing the lid without any air holes to breathe.
I laughed whole-heartedly at the marching ants across the picnic blanket,
squinting my eyes into the September sun and splashing mountain dew all over my new white dress.
I fell down onto the pavement,
hopscotching across the sidewalk and the perfect lines of pink and blue chalk.
You waited for me to bruise myself,
and the butterflies in their pink envelopes flew about the city after you unchained them,
and I sat there pretending to eat my Italian ice,
and puking in the public shower stalls at the truck stops.
I breathed life into you at all the state parks,
and we'd lay on the cold dirt with the pine needles poking our backs and we'd cry and laugh and talk about the stars.
And when you were out of the reach of my fingertips I called your phone and made you come back,
you with your perfect smile and me with my bottle of ipecac tucked away in the back pocket of my ripped jeans.
What were we but a cheap puppet show and a tear in the corner of a strangers eye?
We were nothing and we were everything;
and we waited for our picture perfect lives with the white picket fences and miniature poodles,
never knowing where to turn, except to raise the volume on our ipods and blast our ear drums away to escape reality.
We drove down those back roads and played games in the backseat;;
["Show me yours, and I'll show you mine."]
playing tic-tac-toe on the frosted windows the morning after,
when we'd wake up, bleary eyed and tangled in each other hoodies on the floor of your parents car.
And I'd give anything to get you back, back to the rooftops and blowing dandelions off of the balconies of sunny crest's ice cream shop.
Back to where we once stood, laughing and smearing powdered sugar on our cheeks,
and attempting to be something worth noticing.
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Author notes
option 1; pre-write :]
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A contest entry
- ♥ PROSE ♥ by love tank x.
850 points, ended June 16, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Word vomit and neanderthal kisses"
That line caught my eye and I fell in love with it. Truly, genuinely, amazing. -
We drove down those back roads and played games in the backseat;;
["Show me yours, and I'll show you mine."]
playing tic-tac-toe on the frosted windows the morning after,
when we'd wake up, bleary eyed and tangled in each other hoodies on the floor of your parents car.
And I'd give anything to get you back, back to the rooftops and blowing dandelions off of the balconies of sunny crest's ice cream shop.
Back to where we once stood, laughing and smearing powdered sugar on our cheeks,
and attempting to be something worth noticing.
.
.
.
.
.
.
♥
wow. this is. wow. darling i'd express how much i love it but you have made me speechless. -
You take ordinary things and make them extraordinary. I know I always say the same thing but what else is there to say? The way you create your art is fascinating...
This seems to be a number of different issues in the life of a young girl...and as always, expressed with your unique creativity...you always make it interesting and wonderful, and that is really all I can say
I wish I could be more elaborate, but I am just simple minded 
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Very nice; not too emo at all, lol. You had a few spelling mistakes; just scan over this slowly, and I'm sure you'll pick them up.
I really enjoyed this. It's extremely descriptive, poignant, nostalgic, and just the slightest bit bittersweet. I was a bit confused by the change of person from the first stanza to the rest of the poem: the whole "she" to "I" and "we". Was that on purpose, or just an oversight? Just wondering.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I can't narrow it down to one stanza I prefer over the others. Thanks so much for entering! -
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spell checked it
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oo;; spelling mistakes?
shall use spell check right now then :]
The 'she' to 'I' to 'we' was intentional btw.
Thank you for your comment though!
it made me notice things about the poem.
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Good luck judging<33
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Yes, it's definitely what I was looking for bb!
"She painted the street with her words,
striking a match against her cherry heels and breathing out a poem onto the dusky road."
"I broke myself into little bite sized pieces and packaged myself away in plastic sandwich bags,
smushing them into your lunch box and closing the lid without any air holes to breathe."
Wonderful job!!!
Say hello to the preliminary finalists list, haha.
ily♥
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yayy!
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ily.<3
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This is amazing
Just amazing
I am stunned by the sheer beauty and the clever images and brutal reality
It was so beautiful
Just a stunner
You got every emotion right
Amazing
Well done
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You waited for me to bruise myself,
and the butterflies in their pink envelopes flew about the city after you unchained them,
and I sat there pretending to eat my italian ice,
and puking in the public shower stalls at the truck stops.
What were we but a cheap puppet show and a tear in the corner of a strangers eye?
We were nothing and we were everything;
and we waited for our picture perfect lives with the white picket fences and minature poodles,
never knowing where to turn, except to raise the volume on our ipods and blast our ear drums away to escape reality.
We drove down those backroads and played games in the backseat;;
["Show me yours, and I'll show you mine."]
playing tic-tac-toe on the frosted windows the morning after,
when we'd wake up, bleary eyed and tangled in each other hoodies on the floor of your parents car.
god.
girl.
this is so lovely.
absolutely beautiful.
just....stunning.
one of your best. hands down.
brilliant.
gah!!!
i'm speechless.
ily.
bookmarking this.
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against her cherry heels and breathing out a poem onto the dusky road.
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I broke myself into little bite sized pieces and packaged myself away in plastic sandwich bags,
smushing them into your lunch box and closing the lid without any air holes to breathe.
BAM baby
Nuf said
this was great
Ill be dammed..
<3
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We drove down those backroads and played games in the backseat;;
["Show me yours, and I'll show you mine."]
playing tic-tac-toe on the frosted windows the morning after,
when we'd wake up, bleary eyed and tangled in each other hoodies on the floor of your parents car.
And I'd give anything to get you back, back to the rooftops and blowing dandelions off of the balconies of sunny crest's ice cream shop.
Back to where we once stood, laughing and smearing powdered sugar on our cheeks,
and attempting to be something worth noticing.
YAY it's done! oh bb it's
WONDERFUL!! Just like I knew
it would be. ily sweetie =]
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"We drove down those backroads and played games in the backseat;;
["Show me yours, and I'll show you mine."]
playing tic-tac-toe on the frosted windows the morning after,
when we'd wake up, bleary eyed and tangled in each other hoodies on the floor of your parents car."
That part just hit me. I've been there, so it brings back a few memories for me. of times when I thought I was happy. with people I thought were good.
But point is.. this is a wonderful piece. you really painted the images in my head. It flowed perfectly, and ..well.. it's just all around amazing
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"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the thinnest, of them all?"
I love that! I bet it
will be AMAZING when it's done.
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Whispered notes, a singing smile;;
and stretching inches of tape measures around fat fingers.
darling i lalalalove it
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hey love, I finished this poem I believe.
come tell me what you think.♥
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