Why I spit?
Well that's simple.
Take a long fucking look
At your logic, and method,
Your obsessive compulsive
need for security blankets.
I watched you for days.
Gossip to friends about
Necessitous heartache.
As I purged my bleeding
Stomach and vomited in
The Jacuzzi from the bad
Catering sticking to my
Fingers and throat.
But you, you kept up
the grand facade and
orated to the deserving.
About fast food and hand
lotions, and your quick trips to
Bermuda. Your trough fed
Japanese gardener.
I saw you then; as you always were,
But different, better, a blue
bleeder. A fine diner,
And the toast of Oxford.
And then… Then a great
day came when you let me kiss
your pinky ring, and play with your
Lionel train set in the basement.
You let me blow your whistle, and
push the smoke button.
I was so fucking happy
I cried.
Now look at you.
Looking at me.
Wrecked,
On the bridge
Between paper
Mountains, and a pair
of your sister's
pom-poms.
Look at you.
So fucking
Cocksure.
Making me.
Make myself.
Sick of us.
Author notes
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Written December 28th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Darkness Rules by darkdesires88.
300 points, ended July 9, 2005, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is good. I like it. Nice write.
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this is a groovaciuos piece!
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Thank you Miranda.
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This is a good poem. It's very full of emotion. It's really happy, but then really sad and angry. I feel like I'm almost reading something from my life. Thank you so much for the entry and good luck int he contest!
~Miranda~ -
This is good ... its got alot of amotion in it ... but that is good!
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Great
This gave me that De je vous feeling of looking from the outside in. Great write, very well done
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This was fan-fucking-tastic. No kidding. It made me feel all the disdain and hate that the contest calls for. And come one... "trough fed japanese gardner"... that's too classic. A line to be remembered. Good luck on the contest.
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very good
I enjoyed your poem. I love how your poem is so open. And I like your point of view. -
Venemous and very strong. Feels personal, with close, esoteric imagery, and yet still offers us something to cling to, something to chew on. Yikes.
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Wow,there is a lot of mixed emotion in this piece. I sense some small bit of adoration, or maybe just obsession and also a lot of bitterness turning to hatred. Good job.
Jenn
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intresing do u do that often i mean stalk your women
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I don't know, but this was awesome. I couldn't tell what kind of people you were talking about but everything just fit together so good. You spilled all you're emotions out on this poem. Two people very different, one rich and one poor. The rich puts on a grand facade.. whereas the poor man sees him for who he really really is. The sick evil man. But there's things you envy. And when he lets you do those things.. you're happy. shrug Maybe that's just how I interpreted it. Good write!
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that was so good and truthful i loved the way you put your thoughts into this piece i have no idea why i dont usually spit anyway good job
amy
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