And not just because
I want to map your guts
and brain and mitochondria,
not just because
I want to write about it.
I wanted it – I didn’t care
about crawling
like buttons rolling
between goosebumps – slithering –
I didn’t care about passivity.
I wanted a heart murmur,
a bloodthirsty ticking to
take everything I’ve got,
a burn-black knot stretching
from lungs to lips, bloating,
a million tiny bottle-ships
tossed in my hair and skin.
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Oya Ayaba Nikua.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
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One thing that comes to mind after reading this is "horror movie" or "hell beings." After that from a constructive point of view you stay on target with your metaphor and story very well. Good for you! Most writers here tend to stray off into a myriad of metaphors until it feels like a stew of nonsense. Thank you for sharing your poem with the contest.
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mitochondria - yay
did you want a myocardial infarction to go with that?
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I never allow knowing nothing about science and having given all sciences up after GCSE to stop me using pretentious words in my poems
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Ahh well I'm going on to do Biology at University
if I'd left my UCAS later I might have changed that to Neuroscience seeing as we started doing Nerves recently and I think they're fascinating.
That's not good to hear. Still, you've got a good run to go yet before that comes into consideration. Eat well and exercise!
Oh and I disagree, I don't think it's pretentious
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Also you'd be able to say you were doing Neuroscience. It just SOUNDS cool. Not that Biology doesn't
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