I always knew the truth: it
was nothing,
just soft words,
a way to pass the time,
pretty little
lie, offered up
sweetly and smiling,
spoken gently
(and never a syllable true),
conveniently paced to my breathing,
forgotten without missing a beat.
An answer falls from
unwilling lips: just a
ghost, I try to
erase you from
me, and begin to succeed;
so go ahead, walk away,
I know I
can breathe without you, and I'm
finally learning to
sleep alone.
A contest entry
- Constantly Overcoming by Byepolar bare.
675 points, ended December 20, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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Oooh, to start, I love your acrostic sentence. Strong and beautifully dark, as is the rest of the poem. I LOVE what you've done with this, and what the message becomes through the rest of the poem.
Well penned,
~lost
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Notice
Contest will be extended a week or so, I am not well and will likely be in the hotel for the sick and injured for a brief stay. Sorry guys. -
Incredible meter (in my eyes at least)
An excellent unveiling of the ravages and the rot that self-seception causes. not to mention the self-perpetuation that deception requires to maintains its pretty glow. The uncertainty of the chill when it dissipates and the discomfort of facing ones own self when all is said and done.
Your use of meter was well wrought. You manage to bring the words down at the same pace of disapointment and the avoidance of existential nausea. A talent to be able to do that with the pacing of syllables. Great job.
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