Wretched soul, you blind masochist,
Sitting there in your pool of pity
Wallowing in your filthy mind.
If it didn’t annoy me,
I’d be sad.
Oh, pathetic piece of scum,
Akin to slime that gathers
Beneath rusty barrels in decaying garbage,
You have no pride in anything.
If it didn’t disgust me,
I’d maybe care.
Surrounded by relics of forgotten times
You half-heartedly attempt to
Glue them together, some kind of sense.
But your mind is too pickled
By depravity, and degradation.
Your hands shake
The glue spills.
You worthless waste of oxygen,
Suffer the torment
Of your rotting insides.
I care naught for your plight,
My heart wasted too many tears
And I was my hands of you.
*****
I stare after my departing self,
And I smile.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I turn back to my beloved gatherings,
Humming inane ditties.
A contest entry
- Emotions by satan-.
950 points, ended July 14, 2008, 65 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gimme your greenies by crazymomma.
300 points, ended August 11, 2008, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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OMG! You must have met my brother. Oh, how I love this. It is so powerful and angry. The flow was good and the words all gave off a kind of energy if that makes any sense. Thanks for entering and good luck
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I am SO in love with your poem. Not even kidding! Your words are so kickass, and you've just voiced every single horrible thought I've never had the guts to say out loud. The rawness of your words is so fresh, and I'm loving the change . Finally, a poem (sort of) about love that doesn't involve despair and whatnot. You sure know how to move on! hah, this is an AWESOME poem! thanks for entering! (this just SO made my day)
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