nowadays,
i can't write poetry.
all I get is this sticky
sickly sweet lung tar
that lingers for a spell in
the back of my mouth,
before creeping back down and whispering of
the outside world and greener grass to my ribs.
nowadays,
apathetic is just pathetic and
all of the melted smoke and twisted glass is
just for show and easier sleeping when my body just feels like fossils.
A contest entry
- 12 lines or less by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended January 4, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
lemme know what you think.
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I agree with you; I mean I feel all defeated when I go to write something, and apathy is a normal part of my daily life. Good job capturing very real emotions.
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I empathize entirely. The analogies you used for the feeling were actually rather accurate.
Apathy always wears down on everything.
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I liked this a lot.
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Really well done. I can understand this feeling.
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i love youu. :]
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yeah, I know how you feel. I've got that going on too. *sighs* anyways, I kinda liked this. I can't fully like this because I don't like you saying this.
♥ but I muchly like the images & such. 
if this is your version of apathetic, then I don't find you pathetic at all. 
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Wow.
I meant that up thur to be a reply to you. Not saying I love you to myself. Haha -
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lollllll. it looks hilarious there. ♥
and I love you too, you self-lover.
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;p betch.
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lol. it'd been so long that I had no clue what this even was referring to until I clicked, haha.
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