Write about anything,just make it good,
would you feel my passion,if I wrote it in blood.
Blood that drips from my fingertips,
forming words,spoken from your lips.
Lips that sip,then rage,as you let rip,
and trip me up.I yelp like a wounded pup,
puppies don't pull on your
heart strings.
Strings only make man into a puppet,
this man is puppet to no one,
and no one is puppet to him.
Him, the self feeding,cock sure fuck,
I write one poem,he writes a book,
books full of big words,never to be understood
by us simple nerds.
I wrote this for a contest,which said 'write anything'
'just make it good'.I tried so hard,
the best I could,the judge removed it,
I guess I misunderstood,
I wish he'd explain the meaning of 'good',
he obviously knows,so really he should.
My poetic name is now mud,
hide my shame inside my hood.
Author notes
Some swearing in this poem, so ADULTS ONLY. Written by xxMyBellxx
A contest entry
- this contest might get me in trouble by vacant lot.
307 points, ended October 18, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm only sixteen and I swear like hell. I've been cutting back though, its not my best quality. Now your gonna be bummed about being judged by a teen. :\ sorry. It's not the worst poem I've ever read, and I'd have to know your style better to give you a good review. I might not be seeing something, maybe you should feature it and get some more opinions. They might shed some light on it. I liked what you did with the statement from the guy's contest, not everyone would be inspired that way. Thanks for entering and good luck
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