Tears of fury and fury alike,
wondering where the time began
tears tearing away at yours,
and your seeping mind is to the floor,
its like blood flowing in and out of your heart,
waiting to drop onto the pavement.
the Cracking, braking, volatile heart,
with a dagger and a knife inside of it
and blood is useless and not even a gain,
tears are life and lifes the same
where being drunk is a skill to claim,
and you or them are all the blame
its like drugs are spiritual and all the same,
your high from life and you want to get down again
flying around life a big balloon,
then from nowhere comes a silver spoon
like magic it becomes a fork,
like a knife but for stabbing pork
then comes the silver blade,
the balloon is dead and fate is made
then when you fall right down,
thats when fate is truely laid.
Author notes
oh noes, I edited it *I makes mistakes much*
taht could be better...
lets see 
A contest entry
- What Hurts The Most by charmander13.
525 points, ended October 19, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ohmygawd! No it's NOT "10 line max"! It's "At least, um, 10 lines (NO max.)"!!
Haha, I was just thinking that your poem is kinda rushed and uneven.. you wanna revise it a little? Just drop me a note and I'll come by to judge it again.
p.s. Just be careful with your punctuation, but otherwise, everything's great
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aaaaaaaah =[
well.... Ill edit it
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Okays! This is so much better!
Thank you so much for entering my contest and all the best to you! -
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wooooo!
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