I'm not solid anymore
I see it in the silver glass,
Face smothered in dirt.
This facade doesn't hurt.
I think i'm dying,
So you shut your eyes,
You don't see my lies.
Too fast to save me,
Too slow to forget me
Tongue so sharp
Etched scars into my plastic heart
Punched me 'till I was blue.
Pretend I tripped in my heeled shoes.
Each night you come back late
High from alcohol abuse.
So you make me bleed until
I give up and drink,
The same that make us sink.
In a hallucinogenic spiral of warped love and deformed affections.
Author notes
CRACKED
Split,
Pierced,
Cracked,
Right through the heart
In a list
A contest entry
- emotions by HiS AnGeL89.
500 points, ended July 17, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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absalutely beautiful i loved this peace great job
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This is a very emotional write. I can see why you picked a contest called "emotions". Your words made me swallow a metaphorical dagger.
My only problem with this poem is the line:
"Punch me 'till I was blue."
There are two different tenses in that line. Maybe if it was punched, or maybe 'I am blue'.
Overall, this is a fantastic write.
A little ironic.
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