My hair's falling out, I'm stressing,
work collided head’s messing
with my existing
What is this life,
They say I’m missing?
If I cannot feel it at all
But the dull, feeble crawl
And harrowing of hungry
Flesh worms
On sleeping eyelids.
Alizarin smeared
Biscuit lids
Murder childhoods
In petulance scathed
Woods.
What is this life
We spend wishing?
What is this life
They say, we’re missing…
Author notes
I'm coming up to my final examinations for my entire compulsury school years. I'm shitting it basically...enjoy.
A contest entry
- Dark, Sad, Love, Loss, Suprise Me. by MrsJones.
350 points, ended March 21, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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Very nicely done, something a lot of people can relate to. I liked your word choice a lot, and there was something like bitterness in there too. Thanks for entering!
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geat, i love the feelins put in to it
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Fascinating, and I spy the truth in this... They say you miss out on life, but who's idea of life is it based on? Always base it on yours. Great, pretrty inspiring write
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Great flow
This is a really cool poem. I love the wording and the flow but, I love the flow the most. It is so smooth it is alive. I hate to sound cliche but, I could imagine this as a song.
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