I escape into a process not my own,
until I am it.
There seems to be
too many me's,
that smile in contempt
for each other.
They play with sunsets
upon their fingers,
in love with the concept and
tripping on the perfect holes.
You taste like any gash I know-
rusty and
inhibited.
But you smile
just the same.
Author notes
No prompt.
The truth hurts so bad, wouldn't you say?
A contest entry
- Do You Have An Interesting Mind? by SomeGirlYouKnew.
1850 points, ended October 4, 2008, 24 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
i couldnt really say this before i judged the contest, because i didnt want to give anything away, but the second i laid eyes on this piece i fell in love with it... its just... really perfect.
p.s. the one mistake i noticed was that "there seems to be/too many me's" should grammatically be written as "there seem to be/too many mes"
however i overlooked that when judging because otherwise this poem was just... incredible.
-
-
Thank you very much.
And thanks for coming back, too.
-
-
Oh my fuckingjesus.
You seriously better win.
I'm in awe of this piece.
I'm going to bookmark it.
♥ ♥
-Rainbow -
-
Wow, thanks!!!
-
-
this is original.
it also has a strong ending.
good luck in my contest.
-
-
Thanks
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
