we grow like weeds,
press fingertips to heartstrings
and pluck away at familiarity
until it's rubbed raw.
truth is, I gorged myself on stars
until my stomach split open
& started its own universe.
this isolated mess peels back,
separates skin from bone
we live like clay-mation,
squatting in waters
murky as the sky &
trace planets on cuticles
that stick to protruding spine - - -
we can call ourselves flowers,
but we're just as dirty
as the cement we sprouted from.
Author notes
x--Atelophobia--x
options 3 and 6
I dunno... it made sense in my head.
63/100
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A contest entry
- FEAST YOUR STARVED EYES UPON THIS by Asabouros..
1000 points, ended October 29, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Silver to Gold by Nicada.
400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 6 entries
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Wow! This is very original and creative. You have used some nice and interesting imagery in this write. Nice job, and thanks much for entering. Blessings, Patty
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Very nice!
She loves it! Period! .
Very nice poetry, I love the origionality of it!
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truth is, I gorged myself on stars
until my stomach split open
& started its own universe.
Wow. Extremely interesting and a origional. You'll probably end up placing
Good luck!
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wow, thanks so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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