Suffocation,
has nothing to do with this.
I'm a liar, and always will be.
I've forgotten all the words
-If I ever knew them.
(Can't be so sure now,
can I?)
These thoughts, so trite,
So mild and mundane.
And on them,
I'm choking,
choking,
choking.
Author notes
Title Says It All.
A contest entry
- Lucky Thirteen- 13 Entries/ 13 Lines/13 hours by Mercury Rising.
600 points, ended July 26, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Bed, terrible, I almost couldn't read it to the end, I had to force myself. But then i'm a pathological liar. Best of luck in the contest Scott


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lol, thank you very much
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Awesomeness! Loved it!
~Katie

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Thanks!!!
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Change the title.
I loved it. The first lines were really powerful. It had a lot of emotional undertone. Gives the reader something to ponder on as to what, exactly, these thoughts are. Beautiful piece. Change the damn title. Doesn't give credence to the poem. It was a good one.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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lol!
Thank you!
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Well, this was different all right, but it wasn't that terrible really. Best of luck in my contest, and thanks for entering your self-effacing poem that wasn't that bad at all.
David
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lol, thanks
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