I fought to
be the highest
number on your heart
with quarters
and late nights trying
to find the right arrangement
of my jaw
that would turn the
gears
and catalyze emotion
dripping off my
sleeve.
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We smelled
of fresh plastic,
with fingerprints all over.
one-dimensional feet
desperately wishing that
a sequence of
x's and o's
was the puzzle piece
that fit into
the artists interpretation
of our bone structure.
Author notes
x's and o's... equal buttoms on a playstation controler, or hugs and kisses. Umm...I just used an arcade theme.
A contest entry
- project poetry season one [first round] by blackday.
600 points, ended April 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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<-- just a grin.
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Ahhh. The x-o play was really nice.
The only thing I didn't like was the "emotion dripping off the sleeve" though it's a great play on that cliche.
The ending was strong & so was the beginning. Good emotion too. I don't know what else to say. haha
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very cool.
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