s'mores smoke in the smallest
fire man has ever
made-
roasting marshmallows never made me this
anxious, but then your absence
never made me this
empty.
melting chocolate and
endorphins
(or something poetic and
graceful
i guess),
but i'm fairly certain that you
never meant for me to
care
(even as a friend).
you weren't there because i wasn't
enough,
because i've never been
enough
and i'll never be
enough
(or poetic repetition or
something).
you're still devoid of
POETRY
and the chocolate can't
cure the BLOCK,
this time,
the RAGE
i feel when my pen doesn't bleed.
i need
WORDS
for you
and i'll be better in the
morning.
Author notes
10/13/2008
Option #3: chocolate outrage
I've been irritatingly uninspired recently. Thanks for getting me started.
Full Disclosure: I had s'mores tonight, and they were really tasty.
A contest entry
- #23 OPTIONS CONTEST (: by Walk-Free.
600 points, ended October 26, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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love it.
your poetry is very frusterated lately. but yet it still connects to everything youve been writing in the past. youre in a rut, but the work is still of great quality. i love how during this entire piece you sort of mock what youre writing. great work.
and forget about him.
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"the RAGE
i feel when my pen doesn't bleed."
whoah. that's fierce.
ooh. i never tried s'mores before. i am truly deprived ):
i feel that chocolates are a girl's best friend. it can help you through some tough times.
this little poem was weird in some points, in a sense that i didn't understand it. but overall, it was just so candid & interesting.
thanks and best of luck
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