this is my
traveled road.
my destination
already final,
idle between the
trees of belonging
birds- so so hollow
their songs wasted on me.
I'm an army man,
one hand clasp
on my gun, the sun
says fuck you soldier
boy and this
life is not worth
sweating over.
some things are
like the cigarettes
I step on. telling stories
of lips and tongues
and how did this
end up as my personal
savior---? and stuff.
it is not enough
to walk faster.
following after
the cycle of
overandover god forbid
it get too far ahead.
you said "and this
is where I leave
you" and goodbye
and I don't look
back just like
you don't call my name.
the same as always.
it ends at a packed
suitcase and
some good shoes and
a drinking problem.
there is no church
or steeple.
just bombs and
bullets and
shit like that-
A contest entry
- journey by autarky.
900 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any advice is welcome
Comments
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yayyy new write!
I have been a terrible commentor lately (at least when some good poetry actually comes around
) but I can say this is fantastic and I've missed your stuff. Write more pleeease hehe 
Jeanette*~
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nice. really blunt and good and yeah.
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freaking sweet.
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thanks.
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you're so good. i'm glad you see you writing on here. i missed reading your poetry.
how's college life?
meg
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thanks. college is busy but good. how about you?
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same. busy busy but i'm doing well.
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