[there’s something about this night,
I was born beneath this light polluted sky]
and here I am again
floating above these plunging bows
shivering swaying swinging in a limbo
that’s becoming too normal
I’ve been here before…
Frozen in time
there’s a picture painting a promise of life’s possibilities
but the cabin’s warmth and blissful ignorance
was not meant for this girl
not for this mind that
craves this starless sky and blurred city lights
(we’re powering towards shore)
the lights, where drifting in this ocean expanse
finally points to somewhere
the key out of this padlocked box where time flies past
And I should be there
welcoming this epiphany with arms open
but this constant sense of déjà vu is getting to me
and I know I’ll soon be back here
locked inside this box of stillness
with only one way out...
So I’m running away
speeding blindly towards some dark coast
where somewhere between science and bad poetry
I lost myself
And just for a while I’m crawling into a dark hole
and dying in this place the cold reality won’t touch
and I’m not ready to go back
not ready to live again
Not ready to accept this failure as normal,
as a learning process
(It was never meant to be me)
not ready to rip its claws from my tear ducts
Sadly in this fast-paced society
the ambitious die before their time
And I’m being left behind...
[for ten years I haven’t remembered what stars look like
just these cheap neon imitations and a
five year old with a better appreciation and a wiser purpose]
Author notes
I NEED time and no one seems to get it.
People are always looking for quick cures.
Sorry this was a very personal write and it's hard to explain....but my ferry rides have really started to mean more than they use to.
And yeah, the title is ambiguous.
I'm sick of never being good enough, sick of being frowned on when it once was so easy.
A contest entry
- Celebrating my 200th poem on AP! by DeepDarkDesire.
800 points, ended July 7, 2007, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
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600 points, ended December 27, 2007, 37 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Very touching, raw write. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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Sorry for the delay in judging;
and thank you for taking the time to enter.
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Well that was so touching and very articulate. I loved the imagery and theme. Great write and most enjoyable read!!!
Blessed Be,
Azlyn
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I love your imagery and word choice. You used both very well. This is a very thought-provoking write. Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest!
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there’s a picture painting a promise of life’s possibilities
beautiful line, as well as the whole writing was a wonderful expression of your views and opinions and feelings. very good imagery usage and emotion. i see it was worth the silver you won on this.
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Excellent Poem
You did a awesome job,writing this poem!Keep up the excellence!Your a artist in poetry,and soon much more!Keep the pen in hand!Lisa K haslett Raytown Missouri! -
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To rejuvenate is to breathe from deeper than the soul. This poem has the depth I'm looking for in this contest! I've been reading through motionless bullcrap and EVENTUALLY, I come to a talent! This poem is beautiful, meaningful, well written and so deep I feel the words embedded on my heart! Welcome to the finalists fellow poet!
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thankyou very much for your kind words...and finalists place
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