We stood waiting for a moment alone;;
and still we were watched like the twelve apostles at the last supper.
[&& Baby I think this is the end]
I can't see through the homophobia.
I need to clear my air; just to breathe.
Honey, don't bring up forgotten memories of summer days and high school rainbows.
Stop with the sesame street references
[&& yes the cookie monster still lives in my closet;; but he's finding it hard to breath through all the skeletons]
Take one last draw, cause it's the closest our tongues will ever be.
Author notes
Random title, I know. Enjoy.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by fortyninereasons.
850 points, ended May 31, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like where you took this... a chance conversation perhaps. Thank you for your entry. Juls
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"Yes the cookie monsster still lives in my close;; but he's finding it hard to breath through all the skeletons". This is such a profound line. I really loved this, well done and all the best for the contest.
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Very abstract, kind of like two people of different persuasions to the rest who are judging them from above, I like it. Spell error in last line *tongues
Love, C
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