I read the writings of others
as I slowly make my way,
I’m not seeking any rockets
or trying to blow up the day
Freaks freak me out
as I spawn the holy seed,
creeping in the darkness
giving all that you need
The blink of ingestion
is always smooth and soft,
as you puke your guts out
in the middle of my loft
Hey but it’s not a crime
cause you want to burn in the sun,
and all the world is watching
as they are so lost in the fun
A contest entry
- Tied My Hands by A.N. Divine.
550 points, ended July 13, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Hmmmmmm I thing the poem flowed well but I'm not quite sure I got it. I wish I could grasp it a little better it is probably me though. I don't always get things to well. Like I said the flow was very good. Thank you for sharing with me and beat of luck in the contest.
Many Blessings
Kelle Marie


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I'm not really clear on the message of this piece, and so that could use some work. Cryptic works are very good, and I also love them however this contest had a specific mood and message. Good luck, I will consider your peice while judging this contest.
C. Comatose -
this is soooooooooooooooooooooooo confusing. i totally don't understand it. i think you have nice word choice though. it has a nice ryhm skeem also, but you made it like that



