& she wants to chew up the pearls around her neck
[dial the numbers repeating in a lackadaisical pattern]
twist the world inside a wheel of fire
& dive into a bowl of least resistance
cascade the stage lights on the picture of a girl
[the words that leave her mouth
echo inside shadows, so delicate, so feeble
that she may lose the pink on her lips]
etch-a-sketch thoughts growing a little more clear
& drunk dialing romances heating up the mind
[the buttons are looking pretty friendly
oh, but which numbers should a girl choose?
5,6,7,8..]
someone please capture her mind
& sell it on Ebay.
[she'll go half price]
Author notes
& I just want to leave this place.
I'll be much happier if I was somewhere else.
A contest entry
- SHORT POEMS PART 2 by Blooming Poet.
700 points, ended March 23, 2008, 129 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
here's to teenage drama & making me feel like worthless shit.
Comments
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Great description. you should spell out & it would make it even better. Great work here. Especially here:
etch-a-sketch thoughts growing a little more clear
& drunk dialing romances heating up the mind
[the buttons are looking pretty friendly
oh, but which numbers should a girl choose?
5,6,7,8..]
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reat write enjoyed readin tis... you know I love your writes tey are so passionate and beautiful... love as always darlin, keep up te wonderful work.
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i love this one!!!! lol
like woah!
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amazingggg.
i love it.
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oh so gorgeous...
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i love this
its completely and utterly beautiful
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i compleatly concur- but i loves you. i like the counting- it may be really effective if the number counts backwards.
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