[we lay down these catastrophes
sprawl them out miles wide upon the glassy floor
& spread our fingers out to catch them like snowflakes
&upon our inviting tongues we gather bushels
of sweet hostility mixed angst pouring like rain
patiently tapping pencils against
our lungs to keep the bad oxygen out
& breathe in regular patterns
maybe we'll avoid the outcomes
of dying with our backs upright
& fingers intertwined
[casket to casket,
we fall like another virgin suicide
eyes wide open & fingers to the triggers
maybe we should just get out of this bitter reality.]
didn't anyone ever tell you:
"Die young and save yourself"
[I guess when you've already dug your grave
it doesn't truly matter anymore.]
Bye bye beautiful,
don't forget to write.
Author notes
yeah.
fuckkk me.
I can't think of shit.
A contest entry
- Pain. by forbidden-colour.
300 points, ended November 13, 2007, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark (again) loss by Selene Tremere.
400 points, ended March 31, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
& darling, if you think that you're the one, tell me please.
Comments
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WOW cool poem! I liked it alot! thanks for entering and best of luck!
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"[we lay down these catastrophes
sprawl them out miles wide upon the glassy floor
& spread our fingers out to catch them like snowflakes"
Interesting.
Well written & sad.
Thank you for entering sweety.
x
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Babe
you know i already LOVVVE this.
you know it.
Mhmmmm
this is fanstastic!
run away with me & i swear you wont be dissapointed!
i freaking love you xxx
♥
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A gorgeously passionate poem... a lot to think about within there... well done. xx
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That was hot........
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For not being able to "think of shit." I'd say this was pretty fucking awesome. I really liked this because... it reminds me of myself... and how I think. I have a poem called, Tonight that you may like.
Check it out if you get a chance. I loved the ending... It was perfect.
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