I'm stuttering "um"
like a s-sec-second
language,
and I swear you make the wheels spin
and go flat
at the same time
and I try to tell you,
try to tell you,
but the words come out like mud
with a sloshing sound
that is nature at it's finest
survival of the weakest
we were broken, and backwards
words scribbled with haste
the freckles on your face can't hide the distaste
Introductions of
dysfunction
that put first impressions to shame,
If I only knew what to say
I'd tell you
that
I--
really still have no clue
Author notes
--kinda-sorta-maybe love you a lot-just a little-not at all.
Worst-thing I've ever written? Perhaps.
I'll try again later.
Hell-in-Harmony
A contest entry
- prompts & more prompts. by TChaplinette.
450 points, ended August 15, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the earth is not a cold dead place by hilly.
300 points, ended August 7, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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how could you think that this is bad???
i truly and honestly loved it.
"survival of the weakest
we were broken, and backwards
words scribbled with haste
the freckles on your face can't hide the distaste"
i loved how you turned survival of the fittest around, and i love the rhymes you used.
thanks for entering.
ily.
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No, I don't think so.
I miss you.
A lot darling.
I hope you win in the contests.
♥
-Mary -
You are impossible, always looking down on your poetry although it's got to be some of the most amazing things I've ever read.
Great job.
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