Like hushed words
we were supposed to hear
you feared the meaning
and pushed a finger to your lip
screaming shh to your gut
that regurgitated the nightmare
and let us feast on the decay.
Dismissing the old Liberian
with a glare from typed words
what did typing know of the heart
and these rusted remains
of falling apart
still telling me I yearn them,
and in fact they make me ill
wishing the world would change
between learning to breathe
and learning to make someone do it for you.
I could tell them it wasn’t real
but you’d turn your head
and order me to the asylum
where in truth
real creativity is born
between plastered walls
of white,
but I still see that rainbow,
balancing the odds of normal
and masquerades
I too, could wear the mask
and dye my hair,
plaster makeup between makeup
and kiss, to say I kissed,
but I have not.
Fearing that if I were one of you
I could understand
why the keyboard is still typing
instead of listening to the wind
and then I’d forget
who I am
and be who you want me to be.
A contest entry
- dragging a dead deer up a hill by the atlantic.
1000 points, ended September 16, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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One of your best dear sissy
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you are giving the other poets a run for their money with this one. A good solid write here. Love, Lane
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Ooooh... I absolutely LOVE this!
I love the reference to rust and asylums... it adds just the amount of almost... urgency to the piece that is needed.
beautiful work darling!!
♣ Tegan
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aw thanks, this contest scares me 0.o
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You write a lot of poetry.
This is amazing amazing amazing. Loved the lines:
'and kiss, to say I kissed,
but I have not.'
You are full of awesome ideas; I wish I could think like you can.
~Cassie
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lol, sometimes
and awww thanks, and oh n you dont, my mind belongs 99percent to insanity
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But I don't know what to write about.
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hehehe, ummm you can write about why the sky turned black when i smoked my life away
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I already kinda sorta wrote about that in my other poem.
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haha, but you didnt talk about cancer, and oblivion swallowing life's truth, behind the curtains of the stars, where i swore we danced the tango, but was mesmerized by dream, that i forgot, we werent real
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eh eh eh eh eh
I'm going to write about that tomorrow.
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hahah oh really
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yes, but you must remind me. ._.
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haha, i will
i have to babysit soon
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oh, that means you are leaving soon?
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around 8ish
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that's in 20 minutes.
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i know
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