The mirror reflects…
This is the year dreams will die.
Fantasy fits like last summer’s jeans.
I’ve gained five failures since then.
She awakes...
Wiping away the sealant of dreams from her eyes
Discontent is snarled in her curls.
She’s been sacked.
She’s a potato.
The only nourishment I need in this relentless famine.
The wheels fumble…
Down the road
An accident
Rubbernecks strain to see.
It could have been me.
Do I want it to be me?
The attention would be nice.
She’s smitten…
With dick sucking
Shity cinematography is her raspberry.
It’s her.
It’s not me.
Is it?
Blank screen…
Author notes
Bryant36
A contest entry
- NOT ALONE[invites only] by endless-lover.
550 points, ended July 1, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Raw ending, to say the least. Liked the creative use of space and the flow of the lines. Thought the title quite unique as well.
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I like this though it seems quite depressing. The ending is abrupt, which fits perfectly here. My favorite parts are probably the first and third stanzas. This is really good. Keep it up.
~Steph
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wow doll
great write makes my mouth just drop
you did a great job with this one
its crazy how all works but keep it up
much love ..xoxox
endless -
Wow. This is intense. I'm definitely impressed.
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