Haphazard
a mess
piled high
full of yarn
tightly stitched
faintly torn
a rag doll that's loved so much
it has one eye
a demon child
who's eyes within you can see the sky
A torch burning dimly through the night
a small mouse in the cold
shivering with fright
I'm a coward
a pretender
a lover
a defender
I don't hate
I exacerbate
making bad situations escalate
and then later on
it hits like a freight
train
I'm insane
felt guilt
felt pain
I'm a woman
hear me whine
my scream sends tingles
down your spine
I'm afraid
and alone
I'm young and naive
wear my heart
dripping bleeding
on my sleeve
Hide my face
behind a bang
I look lost
I seem strange
I am all
or so much less
I exist.
A contest entry
- Who are you? by ChiyoKaya.
1000 points, ended January 10, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow Judging will be SOOOO hard! I may change it to make 2nd and 3rd places if need be! This poem is so amazingly raw. It sounds as though you are writing for me as well. I feel this, I've expierenced this, and see myself and sister in this piece. Your flow is great, diction amazing, and raw intensity of it is what I'm looking for. Thank you so much!
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