i clutched the book in my hands with the intent of reading
but instead of knowledgable and stern, my thoughts were solely amative
you gave me that book to read.
and everything was so quiet that i could hear the neighbor's clock ticking
those steady noises laughed
and they sang of the way i adore you.
i got swallowed up in the mouths of my blankets that night
and i smiled at the likeliness of your lightbulb accusations
concerning how one might so mindlessly call this art.
you're a faultfinder-- a beautiful one, at that
but you have no idea of the pen you wield.
later in the cloudy day, my thoughts had shifted
i roamed empty hallways and was discomfitted by disappointment
at the fact that i wouldn't be seeing more of you today.
and as i wandered those lonesome halls
i wondered which rooftop would belong to you.
Author notes
i'll burn in ap hell with the rest of you.
shakespeare hates your emo bullshit.
jaykay.
A contest entry
- you left this feeling here inside me by CarCrashHumor.
600 points, ended February 23, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"i got swallowed up in the mouths of my blankets that night
and i smiled at the likeliness of your lightbulb accusations"
"you're a faultfinder"
"i wondered which rooftop would belong to you. "
loved those phrases
to your author comments
thanks for entering this
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its different.. and you didnt come right out and say what you meant. you have to think deeper to see the sorrow.
I like that.
I completely agree about the emo bullshit.
great write.
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