Fingers pinching together at a pen
Scrawling in loops
Scratching out words
Like scratching out thoughts
Dark pieces of hair
Fallen down
Fallen infront of her view
Too busy writing
To tuck it out of the way of
Amber colored eyes
Back bent over notebook
Knees crunched up
Face unmoving
Darkness helps her into her car
And she drives off
Thinking of nothing
Relishing thinking of nothing
Cigarette inbetween small lips
Breath pulling it in
And pushing it out
Smoke lingering
Forming shapeless friends
Sitting together
Yet sitting in different states
Talking together
Yet talking from far away places
About weather
About your family
About those people who
Irritate and itch our bones
And shouldn't matter at all
Cold fires licked our skin
And made our hearts explode
But for nothing
Hiding in rooms
And hiding in frowns
Hiding in school
And hiding in dark
Look close that beam is splitting
Watch out, the roof is falling in
When our house has fallen down
It'll only be a heap of
Wallpaper and doormats
Inadequate for use of ranting words
And run-you-over friends
Despite my random words
That have no flow
And seem to have no structure
Perhaps they might evoke understanding
From the writer
The girl with amber eyes pulling on a cigarette
Who sits next to me at break sometimes
And helps put together
Our misunderstood house
A girl...
The girl
I am always contemplating
Scrawling in loops
Scratching out words
Like scratching out thoughts
Dark pieces of hair
Fallen down
Fallen infront of her view
Too busy writing
To tuck it out of the way of
Amber colored eyes
Back bent over notebook
Knees crunched up
Face unmoving
Darkness helps her into her car
And she drives off
Thinking of nothing
Relishing thinking of nothing
Cigarette inbetween small lips
Breath pulling it in
And pushing it out
Smoke lingering
Forming shapeless friends
Sitting together
Yet sitting in different states
Talking together
Yet talking from far away places
About weather
About your family
About those people who
Irritate and itch our bones
And shouldn't matter at all
Cold fires licked our skin
And made our hearts explode
But for nothing
Hiding in rooms
And hiding in frowns
Hiding in school
And hiding in dark
Look close that beam is splitting
Watch out, the roof is falling in
When our house has fallen down
It'll only be a heap of
Wallpaper and doormats
Inadequate for use of ranting words
And run-you-over friends
Despite my random words
That have no flow
And seem to have no structure
Perhaps they might evoke understanding
From the writer
The girl with amber eyes pulling on a cigarette
Who sits next to me at break sometimes
And helps put together
Our misunderstood house
A girl...
The girl
I am always contemplating
Author notes
perhaps this wasnt what you were looking for, but i wrote this for your contest and figured there'd be no harm in entering it anyway
A contest entry
- Portrait Poetry - Female by Polaja.
1400 points, ended December 19, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for entering my contest with this poem
I love the way this seems like you have been contemplating this person forever and have just begun to scratch the surface of what she means to you
I think that it would flow better without the first letter of each line being capitalised, just because a capital letter makes me think that it is the start of a new sentence - but that just might be me - anyway, this is lovely (and just what this contest was after)!
Keep writing
Polly

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thank you :]
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sounds like moi! :]
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haha, yeah, cuz it was
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oh i can think of who this is about.


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I think this is outstanding.
Not only did you hold my attention,
but you left me wanting more. I
like your style. I really do hope
this gets the recognition it deserves.
Love, Lane

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thank you very much :]
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