I must have spent at least an hour looking down that rotten take out.
you were staring at the ceiling and with sores riding on my breath i toled you to close your eyes and count to ten.by the time you were done there was oh.so.much bile on those sheets you washed for so long. [guess I stain more than hearts]
with my half naked body I climbed across the floor to mirror,reflections of what i promised my eight year old self i wouldn't be glare back.you always said that if looks could pierce that i would be causing some serious injuries,and to he honest,i know that the reasons you smile when you see me are the same ones that crawl up my throat after super.I always swore to tell you everything that crossed my star spangled mind,and right now its how im getting tired of the whole water and vomit diet,two hours of sleep a night,and secrets scrawled on hipbones thing,but you dont really care anyways.
Inhaling sweet forget me nots and stale perfume,I always knew in my heart I was to skinny to fill any roll of what you needed in your life,every [not.one.bit] exaggerated poem i wrote for other people really make it seem like were only in this for the attention,but you have got to admit it makes for a great piece of pierce your heart dirty pretty.Sitting on the corner of the redlight district,i can see the lies shaking between my ribs,and im so nervous that im gonna drop everything again,i cant stand being the one you always tear apart just to piece together again.Im just
noticing the sparkles on my fingertips,and really,I know,I know,you dont like the wayI worship the magazine clippings and how i litter my bedroom floor with skeletons
i can only dream of being.
my collar bone lined in midnight blue eyeliner and my acid eaten throat are aching,
and looking into my eyes you asked me how if i believed in so much beauty,how come i
couldent stand tall and be it?Im like a porcelain doll and my skin is cracking under the [pressure] of being that perfect girl who nobody really wants to be [sorry to break it to you sweety] and maybe when i feel like talking i want to bring up more
than my half eaten food.Cheap diet pills and the sight of this mornings breakfast
in the toilet bowl are giving me the courage to strive for the unreachable,and the sad thing really is [you'll never find out why.]
bloody knuckles and vomit
stain our lives.
Author notes
not really a poem,but alot of emotion i promise
op.3
A contest entry
- She's Got A Body Like An HourGlass And Its Ticking Like A Clock--x by Dead Star--x.
475 points, ended May 12, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Make me cry....options =] and PW allowed :D by LeilaJayne.
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"Inhaling sweet forget me nots and stale perfume,I always knew in my heart I was to skinny to fill any roll of what you needed in your life,every [not.one.bit] exaggerated poem i wrote for other people really make it seem like were only in this for the attention,but you have got to admit it makes for a great piece of pierce your heart dirty pretty.Sitting on the corner of the redlight district,i can see the lies shaking between my ribs,..."
my god I absolutely loved this. This is...beautiful. Heartbreaking. Dirty pretty. Killer word usage here, I liked the format too. I'd definitely consider it a poem... and there was plenty of emotion obviously
Would have liked more emphasis on the getting better and inspiration for stopping, but I still loved this piece. Well penned poet and good luck in my contest...
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im in shock
this is ahhmazing
Inhaling sweet forget me nots and stale perfume,
&
bloody knuckles and vomit
stain our lives
gorgeous
♥
i love it <3
Dead Star--x -
Thanks for your entry. A great deal of emotion indeed, Good luck in the contest
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Most people writing here will not get it or get you. I demand you to keep writing. Do not stop for any reason. This poem is in line with what the contest holder is asking for, but it is more than a poem, isn't it? Either that or you are a complete fake, or the most genuine there is? Which is it? I want to vote? RC
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i feel like this all the time ... ... great write and thanx for the entry ... ...
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hmm...this confused me. it seemed kind of jumbled and there were quite a few typos. is this about an eating disorder? i can tell there are lots of emotions flowing throught this.
my favorite line was:
"i can see the lies shaking between my ribs"
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