the dust
irritated my
nose and the
clothes i was
wearing were
heartbroken.
they were saying
it wasn't fair
but I swear
they were
wrong. the hall
way looked to
you before
speaking, and
this was the
way it was
supposed to be.
sometimes you
were too much
of a man and
i had to plan
new escape routes.
between my
knees and pleas
for attention
i would slip out
the back door,
and the poor
neighbors would
beg me for
food.
"i am running
away" i
would say in
a panic as
they scurried
over my shoulder.
"will it
rain?" they would
shout and in
a dangerous grey
I'd answer
"not likely"
In a list
A contest entry
- Bootlicker by Naridill.
800 points, ended February 6, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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I love your phrasing - your metaphors and the way you pound life between words. Very fluent.
Thanks for entering,
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Wow... hell I can see so much in this and the words are so beautiful but it's that kind of poem that I can't really comment on. It's wonderfully written.
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Thanks so much for your comment...and for adding this poem to your list.
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this can be an opening scene to a movie. i imagined it. hey, can i buy it off you? very nicely done.
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powerful poem.
there arent many words to say,
as i fear i might ruin yours.
good write. -
cool.
i got this one, to the roots.
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lol, I'm glad
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