[I wish I could forget as fast as I
Remembered.]
There’s always moments where I begin
To collapse and watch as my memories
Begin to dissipate inside of me. I forget
That everything that’s mine fades away.
Soon I will let everything slip between
My fingers, and there’ll nothing left of
Me but bones and a little bit of flesh.
I don’t want to evaporate and cease
Existing.
But it’s strange how I feel like
I’m
Already not here.
I’m
Waving my arms and screaming
I’m
Yelling and nobody seems to care.
I’m
Invisible or just non existent.
(Am I?)
I don’t understand how time keeps
Escaping my frail fingers.
Why is it that the more I look for
More time to live but all I see is the
Clocks speeding up.
[And I think I’m slowly dying as I wait for
More life.]
How can I hold myself together
If the wind brushes my skin and
I scatter in tiny grains of sand?
I wrote that I wanted to be air.
And I guess Jesus decided I was
Meant to fall apart, since I have
Already proved I break quite
Easily.
I fall asleep every night hoping maybe I’ll be whole again
D espite the fact I know I’ll never be all here.
O fficial declarations echo in my chest, I do
N ot want to give in to the pressure, but it’s so
T empting to just let go and disappear all together.
B ut I’ve learned to love the
E motionless dreams that haunt me.
L isting everything that hurts me, My list is
O ver the limit. -P l e a s e r e d u c e.-
N ot that I like pain but maybe it feels kind of
G ood right now.
H old my hands together, please the thought of having to
E xist is beginning to tear me apart. I want to
R ewind and live in memories of when
E verything was so simple.
A nything threatens to loosen more pieces of my body.
N ow life isn’t about living its about
Y earning to become and remain whole.
M aybe if I am
O nly just here, nobody will have to see the
R emains of my broken down body and
E veryone will just
Forget.
Remembered.]
There’s always moments where I begin
To collapse and watch as my memories
Begin to dissipate inside of me. I forget
That everything that’s mine fades away.
Soon I will let everything slip between
My fingers, and there’ll nothing left of
Me but bones and a little bit of flesh.
I don’t want to evaporate and cease
Existing.
But it’s strange how I feel like
I’m
Already not here.
I’m
Waving my arms and screaming
I’m
Yelling and nobody seems to care.
I’m
Invisible or just non existent.
(Am I?)
I don’t understand how time keeps
Escaping my frail fingers.
Why is it that the more I look for
More time to live but all I see is the
Clocks speeding up.
[And I think I’m slowly dying as I wait for
More life.]
How can I hold myself together
If the wind brushes my skin and
I scatter in tiny grains of sand?
I wrote that I wanted to be air.
And I guess Jesus decided I was
Meant to fall apart, since I have
Already proved I break quite
Easily.
I fall asleep every night hoping maybe I’ll be whole again
D espite the fact I know I’ll never be all here.
O fficial declarations echo in my chest, I do
N ot want to give in to the pressure, but it’s so
T empting to just let go and disappear all together.
B ut I’ve learned to love the
E motionless dreams that haunt me.
L isting everything that hurts me, My list is
O ver the limit. -P l e a s e r e d u c e.-
N ot that I like pain but maybe it feels kind of
G ood right now.
H old my hands together, please the thought of having to
E xist is beginning to tear me apart. I want to
R ewind and live in memories of when
E verything was so simple.
A nything threatens to loosen more pieces of my body.
N ow life isn’t about living its about
Y earning to become and remain whole.
M aybe if I am
O nly just here, nobody will have to see the
R emains of my broken down body and
E veryone will just
Forget.
Author notes
ContagiousXAccident
Definitely a take-off from the Ellen Hopkins format that she uses in her books.
But not quite. I am my own.
And I have no idea how this turned out.
I accpet criticism as long as you don't totally diss my poem and writing style.
thanks guys for reading.
A contest entry
- Make me fly or come with me in the dark by subliminal girl.
400 points, ended May 30, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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OMG lol This poem is absolutly fantastic...its genious! you are one hell of an amazing writer. SO much emotion, intense feelings, and truth. I really like this. You have a real talent and gift. THe layout and stle is just perfect. Thank you for entering my contest i am honoured. I dont even know what to say i just absoulutly love this! I tell you what your gonna score some major points on this site with that write. Im so impressed lol
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I REALLY like this one.
Thanks for entering.
Stay sick.
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This was amazing and i love Ellen Hopkins... this poem reminds me of how Conner felt in Impulse. this is beautiful and i hope you get an award in the contest :]


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i LUV ellen hopkins
ive read all her books
i do see a little bit of her style in there but it is still all you
i loved it, it mustve took a lot of effort to make the "i dont belong here anymore" part

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Your poem is stunning, but it could be better. I think theres to manny pieces. The acrostic segment is one masterpiece in its self! Over all intriging piece. I bet you place in the competition! Good luck!
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I thought this was a brilliant epic piece of writing... Enjoyed it a lot, from the structure and form to the idea and poem itself... it went together very well. Wonderful dark piece... thanks for entering this amazing write and good luck!
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Your choice of structure seems much more based on visual art than lyrical. I think you should focus more on rhythmic structure.
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Really amazing.


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