Bite back this bureaucratic bile
You rules mean nothing when I’m in denial
I’m a so-called ‘rebel without reason’
I’m sick and dirty; I’m full of treason
I’m not like her…no?
I’m just so plain?
Yes she must be ‘special’ if you know her name…
And yours?
Yes its in C A P I T A L S across my arm
Its in my head it screams its charms
It fills me up and weighs me down
Its two thousand gallons of ‘let-me-drown’
It’s a joke and laugh at my expense
Its 3 long years of recompense.
Floorboards black
trying.not.to.move.
It’s a marathon I’m bound to loose
I’ll give you my best *good girl* impression…
I’ll give you mirrored (derorrim) indiscretion
I can give you nothing.
[[empty]]
This tortured life of confidant
This “tell your secrets” dying plant
A stupid dream of being noticed
A spark of hope, the damned remotest
A silken lie I wish you’d tell
But no…no hope…
No chance in hell.
Author notes
dedicated to oscar....you nasty little sod
A contest entry
- I think AP needs a Dark/Emo contest.... by Sle3p.
600 points, ended December 28, 2007, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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one killer dagger stroke of a poem. in particular, i like " . . .'special' if you know her name." i'd lable this poem dark/inspired. -r
p.s. -- so glad i'm not oscar.
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That was f'ing amazing, hun.
Great write!
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This was exactly what I was looking for. A wonderful poem . thank you for sharing this with me. I really enjoyed reading this truly. My favorite line was probably 'Yes its in C A P I T A L S across my arm' cause thats the truth with me. thanks i really love this.
Fluffy
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Thank you for the great comment and trophy fluffy! -i really enjoyed this contest. xxx
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