Fill me up, up, up, chock-full
of your cocksure arete.
(I spy, with my little eye,
an ego bubble to burst.)
Misplaced your stability;
happens to the best of us, or
of you. One second it's there,
turn around and (OH!) gone.
I have that problem with
adoration, namely for you,
When I sometimes feebly point out,
"Excuse me, your insecurity is leaking."
A contest entry
- It's Impossible by magdelene.
1000 points, ended January 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - your best work composed over the last twelve months by Lute.
600 points, ended January 9, 2008, 68 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Another Try!!! by azlyn.
486 points, ended December 28, 2007, 27 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful write! Thanks for entering!
Az -
content 7
vocabulary 6.91
accuracy 7.3
creativity 7.4
theme 6.8
originality 6.8
totals: 42.21 -
ha! this is my favorite in the contest so far. i love this and i love the color scheme too - i know that seems really irrelevant, but it definitely helped set the tone for the poem. i don't know, but i really really really like the simplicity and the....tone of this. i really wish i was more articulate right now.
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lol... Impossibly clever, darling. I adore the tone of this piece. It's simply too perfect. The sarcasm is tangible. Perfection.
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