Nail me in the cornfield,
To a dirty wooden post.
A scare crow for all too see.
My sickening body.
My screams.
My pain.
My anguish.
Ravens come to peck at my flesh,
Consuming me instead of the corn,
Must the world pick at me?
Must the world make me cry?
In dark damp basements I let out tears.
In musky wine cellars I cry as I drink the pain to absence
In dirty bathrooms I weep away the hours.
I let out tears of humiliation,
I cry because I can.
Tears salute the misery I cannot escape.
I run and get nowhere,
I am nailed to a dirty wooden post.
My mom bought clothes I hate,
My dad is too busy to lift his head,
My brother is delusional about his life.
My dog wags his tail in an ignorant bliss
The sky opens up and cries for me.
I am truly pathetic.
I am truly alone.
I am truly nobody.
At school they all laugh because I am different.
At school they all point because I am different.
At school they all tease me because I am different.
I am not one of them.
I wish I were one of them.
I really do.
Third period comes and my math book is open to 273
I go to the bathroom to cry.
I go to the bathroom to let out some of the pain,
And as tears roll down my face,
I know I am nailed to an old wooden post.
Not a hope to my life.
Let the Ravens eat my rotting flesh.
A contest entry
- What Are You Feeling Inside? by Heavens Child.
550 points, ended October 28, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark writes by darkyinsoul.
700 points, ended October 19, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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well done
deep peice you have penned
like these lines..
Nail me in the cornfield,
To a dirty wooden post.
A scare crow for all too see.
Good luck to you in the contest
thanks for the share
Darky
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omg so much pain and anguish within this. something you are so good at but thats because you write from true feelings isnt it?
you have a great tallent hun, this write shows it. x
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very sad indeed when you see a scarecrow there out there and all alone i can picture you crying while the crows pick away at you i read your profile on drugs and i think you could help alot of people as you went through it you were totally hoest about lov
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You've definately penned some dramatic imagery. To think of raven eating flesh made me cringe a little...lol, but well written. Best wishes and thank you for entering.
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eloquently wrought, you have such a conciseness to conveying what is going on, that it reaches inside and squeezes, hard... what a relentless, moving, beautiful piece
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I know how you feel.
But have you opened up?
Have you given them the chance to befriend you?
have you tried?
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Good write, definitely a somber "thinker" type of poem. I enjoyed the imagery, and the flash between the cliche dark picturesque and the amusingly realistic math book type line. My favorite line was "My dog wags his tail in ignorant bliss", because of the humorous contrast it had in respect to the rest of the poem. This comment is pretty scattered I just realized, my apologies. Nice write,
Alici -
Wow!
I really liked this. Made me think of crucifiction =)
I really liked the broad use of language and the repetion in the second to last verse. I could really relate to this poem and the feeling of alienation.
A very moving write
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This is really deep and written so well! good luck in the contest
In dark damp basements I let out tears.
In musky wine cellars I cry as I drink the pain to absence
In dirty bathrooms I weep away the hours.
I let out tears of humiliation,
I cry because I can.
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