Too cold and sad strolling
with
*as long as my legs can reach*
steps,
and small
hardly moving steps;
going right past my school
on a wednesday
(not going inside)
I see a ball of snow
that looks
like my ex girl friend's head
I wonder; my heart
in the bottom
on the bottom
of my feet
Hitting
the sharp
frozen
ground
Step after step. . . .
If I should kick that shit
Into outer space.
Author notes
just silly.
I don't really want to kick anyone.
at least not their face
I'd probably kick osama bin laden
in the face
or george bush
or a rapist
if I got the chance.
but whatever.
A contest entry
- ohh jeezz by written-in-ink.
550 points, ended December 10, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
i still think that you are amazing honey
<333 -
kick snow . its cold and it helps relieve stress . ... i love your whateva writes!!!
-
I found this totally realistic and very funny! Who hasn't wanted to kick something when we've been kicked, even if metaphorically??? My luck, the snow chunk would have a frozen ice ball inside, and I'd break a toe! Nevertheless, a fine exhibition of true emotion, keeping us reading all the way to the end. Another very good read!
-
-
haha poor hawkselake! and her broken toes.. but im glad you liked it, love. you're so kind to comment my crap all the time
-
-
This gave me a (lil) chuckle. The imagery was simply amazing, and I love the resigned bitterness it carries.
-
haha i like your authors notes
and the poem of course
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
