Passing by and through
these ranks
of so called 'perfection'
No eyes meet mine
No heads tilt up (or down)
No words float out
to greet me
No one gives a sound
The only eyes that follow me
would try to take advantage
Hovering in blind spots
or trailing
as a 'friend'
Others held by their desires
to torment, tease, and trick
only stalling to cause tears
(Most common here by far)
Portrayed as prey but not pretty
prety much always really suchs
May 12 2008
please no judjement on the content. the meaning.
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I can feel the pain and frustration in this poem. Your line
"Portrayed as prey but not pretty" is a very strong line. Your final line qualifies how it feels, but is not as strong a line as it could be.
by spineless seekers of quickie backseat shags.
or something on those lines.
I know from the rest of the poem that it all "sucks" - that's apparent.
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