Your love's icicles pierce my paper heart,
I watched you throw away a million bucks today.
Saw the shame on your face when
you heard my body crying,
wish you could have felt my heartbeat,
heard the accusations with each pounding beat.
You leaned in and tasted the salt
on my blushing cheeks
and I was overwhelmed by your intoxicating scent.
This cold atmosphere tastes so bitter.
I self-medicate like Elvis,
get the goods at PJ's Liquors.
Your love warms me up, puts me back together,
I spend way to much time in lace and leather.
I debo'd these clothes from a friend, don't plan on giving them back.
Someone ripped my pants today and now I have to sing about it.
"It could have been special, wouldn't you rather it mean something?"
The drunken words of honesty.
I fell short and floated away, drifted like a cement balloon,
straight back to yesterday.
Now I'm moving on, I'm over you.
Nothing screams walking contradiction like Tiffer but
tomorrow the rain will subside;
foggy dreams dispersing into crystal clear reality, maybe.
I'm needy, craving your presence,
deserving of heavy pillows and the certainty of
something?
I promise to stay awake forever,
c'est la vie!
Would that I could, let my memories suffocate and die;
I would bury them next to my sanity
and be free...
The money in the garbage can catches the breeze.
Author notes
1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses.
4. Use one example of synaesthesia (mixing the senses)
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause/effect logic.
10. Use a piece of “talk” you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you
don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction; “The (adjective) (concrete
noun) of (abstract noun)…”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he/she could not do in
real life.
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense so that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no
sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes’ an image from earlier in the poem.
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[1] Your love's icicles pierce my paper heart,
[2] I watched you throw away a million bucks today.
[3] Saw the shame on your face when
you heard my body crying,
wish you could have felt my heartbeat,
heard the accusations with each pounding beat.
You leaned in and tasted the salt
on my blushing cheeks
and I was overwhelmed by your intoxicating scent.
[4] This cold atmosphere tastes so bitter.
[5] I self-medicate like Elvis,
get the goods at PJ's Liquors.
[6] Your love warms me up, puts me back together,
[7] I spend way to much time in lace and leather.
[8] I debo'd these clothes from a friend, don't plan on giving them back.
[9] Someone ripped my pants today and now I have to sing about it.
[10] "It could have been special, wouldn't you rather it mean something?"
[11] The drunken words of honesty.
[12] I fell short and floated away, drifted like a cement balloon,
straight back to yesterday.
[13] Now I'm moving on, I'm over you.
[14] Nothing screams walking contradiction like Tiffer but
[15] tomorrow the rain will subside;
foggy dreams dispersing into crystal clear reality, maybe.
I'm needy, craving your presence,
[16] deserving of heavy pillows and the certainty of
something?
[17]I promise to stay awake forever,
[18] c'est la vie!
[19]Would that I could, let my memories suffocate and die;
I would bury them next to my sanity
and be free...
[20] The money in the garbage can catches the breeze.
A contest entry
- Is your Writing in a Wrut? by just mercedes.
1700 points, ended December 17, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any ideas to help me better this?
Comments
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Well done! Your poem moves between sadness and dancing, a good read. I hope you enjoyed the process of writing it, thanks for this entry.
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