Watching my own funeral from behind a broken stone
While who I once promised myself to has his knuckles locked
Tightly, turning white, with another girl
All lies, only my own feelings were the truth
But they betrayed me as well
There aren't enough people, I'm burried by almost no one
Mother didn't bother
Father isn't here
And I wonder why He showed up with Her
Tell me, who chose the music
The melodies almost made me physicaly sick
The burial was not proper
There weren't enough people
There weren't enough tears
I dig my fingernails into the damp soil
Staring at my own name on the granite
Screaming into the sky
Crying tears of confusion
Wake Up
Wake Up
You're not waking up...
Author notes
Alesana
A contest entry
- Shooting Stars and Eyelashes by bird-mad girl.
1000 points, ended September 10, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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[wanted to add the clappies in]
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I don't understand how this was about something that you miss and want back, it seemed more like something you fear. If you wouldn't mind explaining it, I'll consider not removing it. [sorry to sound harsh]
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It's ok, don't worry about it. It's kinda like she lost everythijng she once thought was real to her, and she wants it back, but she also realizes that she'd be taking back all the lies...Kinda a fear and a want, but she wants her old life back and to forget everything...
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oOoOo I gotcha. I'll keep it in here.
Now that I understand it, here is your comment:
I could relate to this piece. It seems like people always went to go back to the way things were because they seemed better even though lies and fairytales were only holding that life together. It makes your current life hard and confusing. But if I was you, I'd just keep moving forward. Someday, you'll life will be better then what it was and what you wanted back.
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