Twisted quills of alliteration,
drag me out across nothing.
I become something.
Tattered blurred boundaries break apart,
s
c
a
t
t
e
r
i
n
g...across nothing,
and abandons me,
and I am something.
I dance with meaning, but not with movement,
I do not exist.
I am something.
I am the subject, the focus, the point.
In Nothing.
I am something.
Author notes
Hope this is what you were looking for >.<
A contest entry
- Show me the impossible! by Keith Drew.
1800 points, ended March 20, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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absolutely fantastic.
Love, Lane
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Which is it you exist or not?
If you exist must I give a thousand points to realise you do?
Or if not what does it matter that you exist at all?
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this poem is confusing to me...
i really do like this poem but it is confusing me. looks like you put some thought into it. you did a good job.
i applaud this.
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