There's monotones falling out of your ears; a knotted rope that never (quite) fits around your throat. You stand on cardboard boxes and laugh the night away, slipping on your overcoat and imagining that you are so much more than this. I'm smiling up in ribbons and bows, runny feet against the floor and your hand up my spine. You never told me that; too much color will kill you---you're no angel in street leather.
The fever sea pops up and gives me cold swell sydrome, and I want nothing more than to see you drown in those prickly twin zero eyes. Diagonal sand clocks spill onto the ground, an hour glass of where you want to be and where I was. "Who's at my doll house door?" It's just the idea monster, tearing down my pretty boy dream. I sprayed your mirror up in flames; hairspray circling words in the sneer of the alarm clock, and your paperbrain burning up into candy floss.
I wish on cars, on gin and milk; old music still makes me swoon when I think of your symphony on the move.
I have the world between my thighs, grasping the skin of your itchy camouflage by my teeth, and rubbing my spotless wrists against your crooked daisy rings.
I'll spill you a sunrise; since I never could spell the breeze, an empty checkmate against my winter skin--- and surprise;; my jaw still wants you inbetween it's teeth. I set my sights on the crooked light bug against the postcard, that screamed of bus stops and baby toys, and technova apple bunnies. I broke to the left where you were and where I should be, watching the back of your head like a criminal on the escape to nowhere.
And if maybe you get this, just know that the sun will be missed (and not you).
Author notes
Tinkerbell-Or-Me
idk about it babe.
do you like it?
if not, i'll add more or fix it;
if you think it needs it.
honestly.♥
A contest entry
- Down[ Boy ] by Mildew in PinK tile.
1250 points, ended October 31, 2007, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
bring me a bucket, a basket, of heartache
Comments
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OH dear lord this piece is Fantastic. It makes my eyes pop and my heart melt. I loved reading this and my words got caught in my throat and bowed down to your excellence. Stunning doll, stunning!
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There's monotones falling out of your ears; a knotted rope
Diagonal sand clocks spill onto the ground, an hour glass of where you want to be and where I was.
watching the back of your head like a criminal on the escape to nowhere.
And if maybe you get this, just know that the sun will be missed (and not you).
loved the end
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you are good...
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Last paragraph--mind blowing.
Wow.
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Holy shit babe!
Its chaos is what makes it perfect
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i freaking love this
&&& you.
xxx
♥
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whole heartedly i dont think it could get much better. its extreamly overwhelming. it so fits what i had in mind in this contest.. awesomely random & chaotic but still transfixing & appealing to the eye. im soooooooooooooooooo thrilled that you entered; you've made me soo happy shuggbabe! ♥ thank you so much!
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Pfft; girl you're crazy! This is wayyy better than my entry! I fucking love it.
"I'll spill you a sunrise; since I never could spell the breeze, an empty checkmate against my winter skin--- and surprise;; my jaw still wants you inbetween it's teeth."
"There's monotones falling out of your ears; a knotted rope that never (quite) fits around your throat. You stand on cardboard boxes and laugh the night away, slipping on your overcoat and imagining that you are so much more than this. I'm smiling up in ribbons and bows, runny feet against the floor and your hand up my spine. You never told me that; too much color will kill you---you're no angel in street leather."
UH-MAZE-ING!!
You blow me away darling.
ily!! ♥
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Wow, I love this and all of the emotion in it. The last line is perfection. I can't pick out a favorite part. This is amazing sweetie.
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