I read rule 4
Little Sarah was 12 years old, trying to find something new for life,
didn't care what would happen just curious and proud. Wanted to live life to its fullest and just get fucked up, She started running with the wrong crowd and started doing drugs, meeting different faces and deserved much better. She ran around with thugs and started doing coke. Didn't care how the story would go, didn't care, One day she woke in the hospital didn't know what happened or what she was in for. Broken Back And Stolen Crack, Broken Teeth And stolen Reef. Spitting blood, Drowning in a flood of tears. Endless nights of crying over fears. She wanted to fly away, wanted to just escape, Get up and go into the night sky with all the stars and the sight of watching cars. Didn't care where she ended up. Just not here. Didn't care what went in her body, not even beer. She was twelve years old, trying to find something new for life, didn't care what would happen just curious and proud.
A contest entry
- Random options. by Shrat.
600 points, ended July 30, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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This seems a lot like prose. Its a really sad story, and I hope it isnt autobiographical. Its great as prose, but I just cant see it as poetry. You rhymed a little, so dibbs for that, but theres no setup or rythm.

