Hello, it’s me again, is it time now?
You weren’t home so I let myself in,
Well, I’m all mine now.
See, I shoot stars for a living,
It’s almost like cracking empty oysters.
Don’t you live for the resurrection of the God of speed?
‘Cause following it up with water won’t help,
It’s dyed in the wool, it’s dyed in the wool.
Ineluctable.
I know how to loll about when this is untimely,
You know this is untimely.
Author notes
AP Name: blueisacolour.
'hope you like it! [the poem,not my AP name, ie. =P]
*bites lip*
A contest entry
- contemporary emotional personal poetry♥ by etoile.
575 points, ended October 19, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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'See, I shoot stars for a living,
It’s almost like cracking empty oysters.'
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I loved that. it was so well written, and the imagery was amazing.
overall this was a great poem; but those two lines really stuck out to me.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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