At one in the morning the clock stopped ticking but my heart kept b
eating. I stopped caring about being understood and melted into images of gold helium balloons floating away from girls with pigtails and tears that melt painted faces. Unicorns and mermaids turned to salty rainbows and I stopped worrying about writing run-on sentences and dividing my thoughts up into complete and incomplete. sentence fragments and lack of capitals. I'm on top of an imaginary lighthouse laughing and/or crying and really what difference does it make as I scream at the top of my lungs
“Stop trying to get me!”
I’m still singing that tonight I’m going to party like it’s 1999 and never mind that that was nine fucking years ago. Every morning someone wants to marry me and someone else wants to slit my throat. Every night someone falls in and out of love with me. I’m stuck on a Ferris wheel and always at the top. My brother knows I’m scared to death but he’ll rattle the cage till I threaten to kill him and then
he’ll laugh. I never did like rides. They always made me cry and throw up and sit by myself for 3 and a half hours getting hit on by pedophiles and taking it as a compliment because my tits got big before any of my friends. I used to drink in back alleys, piss in the snow and then throw up all morning wondering
"Why is this fun?"
Although I'm a writer, I rarely use pens. Instead I prefer to tap away on keys because I might just unlock some truth. And as the click clack under my fingers moves me forward I weave words into a tapestry of beautiful nonsense. At some point you have to let go, just let the images flow and if you get nothing else out of this know that it meant something to someone once upon a time even if it was back in ninety-nine.
Author notes
Don't get it? I'm ok with that.
A contest entry
- A Good Rant by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 11, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - On Tuesdays It Rains Lemons by sleepingINblackRain.
450 points, ended December 24, 2007, 13 entries
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It sounds like you are trying to work out something inside of you that is causing some confusion. I am not talking about what the piece comes right out and says, but the underlying meaning speaks to me as if by someone looking for answers. I can't really comment on the poetical qualities as this is certainly prose, but I wish you well in the contest nevertheless.
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Interesting interpretation. This piece was a reflection on working things out, not someone looking for answers. Prose is poetic. Thanks for reading.
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Sounds like a sweet recollection.
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well i cant say i relli understood but its a good peice i can see i dont know what u mean by it but to me it was good
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Life
Heck yes! This is what i was looking for, rant yet still poetic, poetic but not necesarily all metaphors. Just real, fresh, beautiful, ugly, amazing.
It's so....Life.
Life is the only word that can drescribe this fully.
Thanks for entering!
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This is great writing because it is real. There is not masks and there is nothing fake. You either hate it or you love it. I guess that's the theme to. My life you either take it or leave it.I will only pretend to care.
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Stop yelling I hear dyou!!!!
Well expressed here poet.
Best of luck to yoou in this contest.
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Every morning someone wants to marry me and someone else wants to slit my throat.
That seemed a little melodramatic
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Hey, I forgot something! lol
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Wow. This is SOMETHING, girl. (I am just not sure what..hehe)
The last line really blew my socks off.
And this:
"My brother knows I’m scared to death but he’ll rattle the cage till I threaten to kill him and then
he’ll laugh. I never did like rides."
Thank you for sharing! You proved to me that people continue to write about things besides puppies and broken hearts
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WOW!
You kick ass! And you definately have something to say that I want to hear. I love the irony and anger in this. The emotion was so clear and so expressive I can feel it myself! You are an inspiration and I love this poem! Jane
My fave parts:
I stopped worrying about being understood and melted into images of gold helium balloons floating away from girls with pigtails and tears that melt painted faces. Unicorns and mermaids turned to salty rainbows and I stopped worrying about writing run-on sentences and dividing my thoughts up into complete and incomplete. sentence fragments and lack of capitals. I'm on top of an imaginary lighthouse laughing and/or crying and really what difference does it make as I scream at the top of my lungs.
“Stop trying to get me”
I’m still singing that tonight I’m going to party like it’s 1999 and never mind that that was eight fucking years ago.
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Hey Jane- thanks you just made my day! I love that you put "My fave parts and then it was half the poem ha ha. You're adorable and thanks so much for reading.
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