I need to come up for breath.
I can’t even think an emotion around you,
Without you interrupting it.
Twisting my words into vicious daggers,
Which you use to upbraid me with,
Using fingers of time to navigate you through your lies.
Painting me into a rage.
Your self-rightous diatribe hollows when ranting in this vein.
You're treacherous when robed in envy.
Author notes
How I feel every time somebody preaches in the form of advice giving........
A contest entry
- Wow Me With One Word *Platinum Edition!* =] by Anjole-Of-The-Artz.
1700 points, ended August 9, 2007, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. And congratulations for your honorable mention

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really strong! I know what you mean sometimes people giving advice can be an annoyance...well anyway this piece was really good I enjoyed it! Thank you so much for entering! Excellent work and the best of luck in my contest!!!
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wow the depth the whole sound of what sounds of emotions being spurred out what nice really nice anyone can deffinelty compare theirself to the way you feel. I love the seocond line.
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My favorite part is "Using fingers of time to navigate you through your lies." which I think is about when people bring up things of the past to use in arguments now? My boyfriend always says that anything from more than three months ago is no longer fair game. lolz. <3333


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This was pretty interesting. I think the lines could've benefited being smaller but more elaborate, however as they are, this is quite intriguing piece.
Thanks for entering.
Much luck.
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sorry , 10 lines under is just a little too much for my liking. i'm sorry to have to delete your entry. feel free to enter again though
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man, this reminds me of my dad, always turning the littlest conversation into one of lifes many lessons, and then you interupt him and he gets all huffy and calls it talking back, ha, very good representation of that, and good poem
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Wow ~
If this wasn't a POD, POW, POM or POY contest, I would
consider it for a Trophy ~
I love the emotions you have brought forth ~
Unfortunately....for this type of contest, we want positive and
encouraging writes that don't bring Poets done, or upset
their mood after reading it ~
BUT...it's going in the finals!!!!
IT WAS INTENSE!!!
I loved it....but it does not fit the genre for the POW ~
I hope you can take that energy and spill some more
Ink in the next contest I am posting after this one is Judged ~
Smile....you did a Great job....but I wanted a
poem I can sit & ponder...not one
that is going to make me cringe and hope
to heck you're not talking about me...
...hehe ~
Bear ~









