i paint my face,
just to see
a reflection
crawl the pubs
till my knees are raw
fuck facsimiles
with blue-black hair
and scuffed leather jackets
i cry for what could have been
had the gods not conspired
A contest entry
- An Affair With Isolation by aliceramone.
900 points, ended September 3, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow. Excellent work here and I am so very very pleased to see a GOLD trophy adorn this poem. Superb! Simply Superb poetry.
I am so glad I read this tonight. ~Pamela 
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Am I a good judge of writing or what?
Very well deserved.
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Thanks
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I know the feeling--waiting to see if I am in that situation again--who knowes what drives our fate.
Well written with great flow.
bw
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Thank you, and I'm sorry for your loss.
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this deserves to be seen in print someday. That is all there is to say really.
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Thanks, that means alot coming from one of the best.
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Had the Gods not conspire~ This is brilliant and something I can relate to completely
Amazing penning as always from you sweet lady!
Linda
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Thanks, hon
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Sometime we claw away the scabs just not to forget the wounds. Other times we live with the scars cause forgetting would mean dieing. Other times, when the wing blows lonely and the world is a cold lock on the door we have to find a way to let ourselves cry even as we sleep with ghosts.
Love, Tom B.
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refreshingly raw, cognizant and commited...a great write...do you realize this world is totally fugazi?...thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.
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thank you
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You are still rip roarin...
♥Becky♥
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thanks, girl.
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excellent.
m
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thanks
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