I do it because I like it.
Not because I'm "depressed"
Or "lonely".
Quite the opposite, actually.
Yes, I have skeletons in my closet- don't we all?
But instead of moping about, bemoaning the past,
I choose to paint them red….
And once in a while, even lick a little off.
Author notes
Inspired by late nights with too much coffee, Mindless Self Indulgence, and my own little kinks.
(Are we allowed to submit more than one?)
A contest entry
- your black & white needs a little bit of red... by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Did I miss the mark completely?
Comments
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When I read your preview, I assumed that this was going to be another run-of-the-mill emo poem, but let's just say that, upon reading, I was WAAAAAAY off
This is both brutally-honest and playfully-sadistic, whic almost makes me wonder whether labelling your poem as disturbingly-profound or profoundly-disturbing would be more fitting. Well done, and thanks for entering
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We typically lick our wounds but yours aren't wounds... they're signs that you're you... There's an almost playful quality in your words and - sick as it sounds - it made me smile. Unique and creatively done... Best of luck.
Ken
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