Plot dug up,
spitting words in it,
harmful sentiments I'd hoped would go away
but didn't.
They fester, faster than I could have imagined,
painting pictograms of your face.
Pointlessly fastened to my lips
as if I could ever bring myself
to tell you any of this
even if it were real.
Without thought, without talent.
Simple existence, so easily missed.
I've witnessed it, felt it.
Hated it and loved it.
I've been on both sides of every coin,
and the bills left paper cut
scars on my brain, where a nerve is beating
pumping messages to my ribcage,
pumping blood to my fingers
as I write this down.
Nobody can stop me,
not even you.
Not even me.
Author notes
I want it. It doesn't want me. I've played this trick a million times before and it always gets old, until someone new pops up with a new method of flipping my cards. And so far, his is my favourite.
A contest entry
- Dirty Pretty--x by xstarvingartist.
700 points, ended September 25, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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I can almost feel the the restless "buzzing" that seethes and bubbles up to fill the empty void left by the broken pieces of dreams shattered by reality when I read this.....or mayhaps, I am just reminded of my last bout it.
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I love the last couple of lines. Everyone feels like that I think, that they have no chioce but to do something, even thoiugh it's bad, or they shouldn.t.
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i like this poem a lot, it didn't over-do the symbols and random punctuation.
i don't know much about dirty pretty but your use of words(fester, faster)
and word repetition (without thought, without talent etc) worked very well for the poem.
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Truth be told, I don't even know what dirty pretty is. =/ I just figured the poem for the contest. Glad you liked it.
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Haha. I can't say I know what dirty pretty actually is either. Oh well : )
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