Tomorrow is my birthday, my sister tells me
and I turn old again.
On to another minute of living
in November, when,
the trees rust through
and children taunt the older ones
because of who they've been.
Whether they mean it or not, they do it,
and it simply is because it is.
So here I am, writing out upon a page,
and I notice that my hand is shaking
out the letters that it can't help but hate,
because I am awake, and the cost of waking
is the strength of human's shame.
I grow old, my sister tells me
when November comes to be,
with rust outside the windows
covering what summer once made green.
Author notes
I'll probably revise this a bit sometime soon...
-Thefallout
A contest entry
- Titles and Options OH MY! by discosunshine.
900 points, ended November 18, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh nice!!! I think its great as it is but I look forward to reading it if you make some changes also, email me if you do.
I love this title, you picked one of my favorites
This ended very well and had a nice afterthought to it, made it flow so nicely.
because I am awake, and the cost of waking
is the strength of human's shame.
Such a thoughtful piece and thank you for entering this in the contest.
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This is very good!
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