The girl breathes a revolution. He has no hopes. He has no dreams. She wants to conquer the world. He wants life to pass him by. She’s been cheated one too many times. He couldn’t care less about a lonesome bed covered in cobwebs in a lonely attic across town.
Sex.
Love.
Violence.
Regret.
Repeat.
Love is in a coma in the gutter, bleeding out of a hemorrhage from the lost && lonely. Everything you’ve ever believed is wrong. Your hopes have already failed.
She thanks him for:
1.]The car wreck
2.]The love sex
3.]The forgotten promises
4.]The missing numbers
They dance like no ones watching. They scream along to the songs on the radio. This is the end of the good times. They know to hold on to what they’ve got. It’s getting late && they should be drinking far more. “You can see the city from up here && if you look hard enough I bet you could see us.” One of them speaks. They’ve passed more than a few drunken nights on a parking garage on the west side of town. “&& if I try really hard I think I could remember what it felt like to be young && in love.” Another says, as she climbs over the safety railing.
They speak of:
1.]Lovesickness
2.]Hopeless dreams
3.]Their Crimes
4.]Everything && Nothing
She holds him close. He has no dreams left to cling to, so he clings to her. He fumbles with her buckle. She speaks in riddles and long forgotten lyrics. She breathes him in, as if it were the end of the world. He grabs her face with both hands and kisses her with the passion only one without hope can muster. He tastes like he has nothing left to lose. Rocking hip to hip, crushing each others lips like the calm before the storm. Full unbridled lust. Love doesn’t exist in these walls. Love’s in a coma lying in the gutter, bleeding out of a hemorrhage from the lost && lonely.
He holds her and makes empty promises for tomorrow, they both know it, but they go through the motions. They go through the motions just incase they can last through the winter war.
He thanks her for:
1.]The Car Wreck
2.]The Love Sex
3.]The things that make his heart beat
4.]The things that make his heart break
Sex.
Love.
Violence.
Regret.
Repeat.
Lust.
Sex.
Violence.
Love.
Regret.
Repeat.
Love.
Sex.
Regret.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Author notes
manorexic
A contest entry
- personal poetry. ❤ by aanika.
1147 points, ended September 13, 2008, 40 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is beautifully written and fantastically emotional, you're talent invokes envy. Best of luck in the contest, though I highly doubt you'll need it.
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She holds him close. He has no dreams left to cling to, so he clings to her. He fumbles with her buckle. She speaks in riddles and long forgotten lyrics. She breathes him in, as if it were the end of the world.
I REALLY liked the structure of this.
pretty damn amazing. -
Wow...
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i liked the poem but it seemed a bit awkaward. however i liked how the "instructions" got smaller and smaller every time. good job and good luck!
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That really hit home.
He grabs her face with both hands and kisses her with the passion only one without hope can muster. He tastes like he has nothing left to lose.
Such a stunning effect... Great piece. -
interesting for sure. unlike anything I have read...very creative and unique. keep on penning.
Creatress
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this is a great write but there is more to it than that. Keep up the great write.
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