Such an innocent place
lights, music..
artificial flavors.
there she was.
i sat on blankets
warm from bodies
anticipating, comforting
those in their space.
watching them smile
this is good.
this is fine.
and then
she walked on stage.
where did i put it..
that mask.
i need it
now.
no.
no!
help . .
shes singing.
playing
the one song
i never
wanted to hear.
can't look up.
i fear she'll
look straight.
straight into
this black hole.
and the prey
he's listening.
blushing.
i can't breathe.
repeat
repeat
repeat
my thoughts
implode.
empathy
was never worth this.
the girl next
to me
won't stop staring.
its rude to stare.
but i don't mind..
this time.
She puts down
her guitar.
and finally..
i realize.
things are not fine.
Author notes
its definitely not my best, but i needed to let this out.
A contest entry
- Get It Off Your Chest! by TheStupidLamb.
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i feel like thke biggest bitch the world has ever known. i wish you'd kill me some day- with this it- it makes me want to puke- so maybe i will die of dehydration. good job.
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god. now i feel sick. maybe we can both die together!
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The imagery of this poem is great! I see from your author notes that it is a true story.
Is the girl on stage an ex-lover of yours, and her "prey" her new desire?
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actually she's a friend of mine. it happened a long time ago. i had confided in her that i had an interest in this one guy for a while. later on, she wrote a song about him confessing her love for him, while i was sitting right in front. i'm over it now, it just hurt a lot when she did that. i don't think i ever talked to her about it.
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Powerful
This is one Powerful piece!!--Excellent!!!
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the end is incredibly powerful. i wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but i knew enough to keep me reading. and the reading flows very well with how you have formatted. i was drawn on and on until the end hit with a feeling of, oh... now i understand. because the whole poem has that slightly *off* feeling. something misplaced. where's waldo of the real world. oh, and by the way have you seen my sanity?
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