sitting, crying,
living, lying
my life plumits
spirals, crushes
my friends back stab
betray, hide
my love is lust
physical, everywhere
so I run
flee, sneak
so I seek
sunlight, happyness
so I find
fun, freedom
starting, fighting,
fixing, learning
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this seems that the subject is growing up. love being too sexual to understand. running. and fighting. and well... this entire thing is greatly described without describing anything specific besides what jogs through our minds. enjoyed.
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i like the way you have put these words together, making something this great of just spilling off your tounge shows that you are a great writer with a great heart keep it up, good luck in the contest and keep writing, -Amy
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