i was thirteen, and a stream of confusion was holding adolescence by the throat. my life had never fit in a box; no photos or memories contained it. i'd been prone to showing the ocean of clots left open, the secret whispers of my blood. through irrelevant, temporary limbs, i am awakened by the only call that knows my voice and holds my years with gentleness. i awake to a lilt of morality in the window pane-- i exhaust this fervent mind with guilt, my eyes telling of strain and rust and listlessness. i was thirteen; i'm nearly twenty now.
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i'll change the format if you wish; just wanted to get this in before you left.
A contest entry
- closes in the morning by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended August 18, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yes, I do envy you.
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WOW!!!
This blew me away! It was deep emotional
I can't think of a better ending
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WOW! deep!
I love this poem.... it is wonderfully deep and meaningful
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a stream of confusion was holding adolescence by the throat.
That was my favorite part, that sentence was very strong, good write.
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woah....deep
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thank you.
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wonderful metaphore used here great writing i realy like this piece
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thank you very much.
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Extraordinarily marvelous. I'm blown away by this...especially the last line - exquisite. Congratulations on your silver win. You deserve it.
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Beautiful
A rare and exquisite piece...
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I relate to this more than I wish. Stellar. Congrats on your silver win.
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hey i like this i rememeber when i was thirteen i wish that i could do it all over again, so many things that you want to remember you cant and the ones that you want to forget seems to be by you the rest of your life good write hun
shannon -
You are brilliant.
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thank you very much.
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Change the format... this is excellent.
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