there's a corner that was hit
there's a room made to hide
there is you and me
and a carnival of progress
to confide
there's a blanket clenched
and an old man shot
a penny wasted
with a vicious plot to clear
a gun on the wayside
as she touched the fillings
a girl talking to herself
as she walks to heaven
from self-invitation
submerged in plaid
in navy and beige
a comfortable couch to touch
with a symphony on the stage
wrapped in silk and soothing white
frilly suit and pinned up flies
meaning nothing
doing nothing for giving
nothing to keep the pain, searching
nothing to help the pain, finding
nothing to heal the pain, pretending
nothing ever happened and living for the
nothing she became
and still saying..
SHUT UP, sweet nothing
just
shut up
Author notes
this was horribly written, but it occupied my time. anyway.. enjoy.
beige carpeting reminds me of a mild form of living. which is really the base of what i was trying to write about. so it sort of works.
A contest entry
- 160 unwritten poems by cinderellahips.
700 points, ended August 2, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i think this has some great imagery, but def needs some editing. i could workshop it but it's late and my mental faculties are not at their peak. still, i like.
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thanks! i'll try touching it up
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