This is me;
phone book waiting to be opened,
explored,
tracing your fingers to numbers
a new inch of me
a new story,
that scar you found last summer
cut thighs on fields,
[we ran free]
away from suicide
this self-inflicted tragedy
because I would't believe in lies.
I told you Mother knew best,
locking the door
where I slipped in kisses
as quick as you slipped off my skirt
taking deep breaths for me
cause you knew I couldn't
[I'm such a flaw]
Speckled disaster,
crashing on you
and begging you to stay,
I know your words as well as your tongue
but meanings we trace into the iris;
I know you didn't mean.
Why don't we take pillows,
I won't fight
just rest in the coffin between your rib cage
while you wrap your arms around me and smother the rest.
I can be dead,
when you want
when the world is looking
because I know how to disappear
especially when you hate me.
Author notes
luna-midnight
inspiration: ummm me?
A contest entry
- PROUDLY PRESENTING: ROUND 3 by Walk-Free.
1900 points, ended October 31, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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ooooh
this is pretty interesting. your imagery in this poem was intense. and your metaphors blew me away. this was impressive
best wishes
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Awesome! I agree completely with TheGreatestLove. Awesome write! Best to you in the contest!! muuah!
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so full of raw emotions.
your metaphors empowered me.
and all of this describe yourself~ it's really thought provoking.
great job
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Let me know when it is done
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oh...it's done
haha
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All the best dear..hope you do brilliant as always
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