i sat in my sticky box
a cardboard rendition of who i thought that i
could be.
"you never told me you liked---"
well that's because
i never did.
and i can see my breath
rising up from my throat and
curling in the air
dancing,
leaving behind yesterday.
my heart it fell
in little rows
a one-two-three
and
you're beautiful,
again.
i controlled myself
only holding onto the hand that
still clutched a picture.
it was so cliche,
i was so cliche.
but how could i help myself?
you were the epitome of everything that
helps girls
commit suicide.
i'd like to say that the strips inside your
eyes are pretty like
band aids on a newborn's arm after
they are awoken from their slumber in the womb
and thrust out into the harsh air
and jabbed with the life that they don't want or
require.
pretty skies in blue
i was watching you smile and
holding you close
while you were
inching away and
forgetting tuesdays.
it has been such a long time
since i could look you in the eyes
just like that and
tell you that
i don't want to be a part of this
anymore.
a part of you.
but i've tried to reach past
plants, and plans, and production costs,
and silhouettes, and silver, and smoke,
i've put away cups, and coughs, and comforters,
forgotten the doorknobs, the decibels, the dollar bills,
but it's you, and you, and you, and you,
that i keep.
unchanging.
Author notes
UGH.
i haven't changed in the past year
and that is why
i can't figure out how to write this.
remove if you want
i don't know if it's done
but it doesn't fit in here and i'm sorry. :|
A contest entry
- rebirth by the atlantic.
1500 points, ended September 29, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you feel, when you see me?
Comments
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You've got talent. I couldn't write free verse half this well when I was your age. I don't know if I can write it half as well now... lol. Excellent job, intensely introspective.
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I can't choose a favorite part.
It's that amazing.
But I dunno what the French means. Eep. I quite like it actually.
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baby this is fantastic. so so so good.
but i've tried to reach past
plants, and plans, and production costs,
and silhouettes, and silver, and smoke,
i've put away cups, and coughs, and comforters,
forgotten the doorknobs, the decibels, the dollar bills,
but it's you, and you, and you, and you,
that i keep.
unchanging.
a-ma-zing.
i miss you doll
xoxo
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i like this.
its emotional and confusing and everything it should be.
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can you teach me how to write??
haha
mann
stupid i wish i could bust out something like that.
your brain is marvelous. haha
:]
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i don't know why, but this piece reminded me of the book/movie The Virgin Suicides. needless to say, this is amazing. truly stunning, as always. beautiful job <3 ily
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beautiful..
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never cease to make me think. and wow.
"my heart it fell
in little rows
a one-two-three
and
you're beautiful,
again."
I loved the whole thing.
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this is pretty flippin fantastic.
i'd like to say that the strips inside your
eyes are pretty like
band aids on a newborn's arm after
they are awoken from their slumber in the womb
and thrust out into the harsh air
and jabbed with the life that they don't want or
require.
i loveee that stanza. true to life, great imagery.
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