The books have taken me somewhere else
like the drugs, and my family curse
twixt wind, and water -- desert smoke
mountain shadow -- and where are you love?
But where I crushed you
bloody suns and rain-forest, yes, I've walked
I've blistered in the hope of judgement
under, over, this crawl is half-flight
then totally Icarus -- swallowed up in no time
When the star men took me
It wasn't me, again, but my son
they left another son
Where are we?
All split light and dream
Forgotten children, alone
with no familiar sense
of genesis.
A contest entry
- There is Nothing Wrong With Me by Scissors Wilde.
1350 points, ended January 16, 12 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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the more i read this, the more i like it. if contests really mattered i'd be upset this didn't win.. it's certainly more worthwhile than the ones that did.
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the more i read this, the more i like it. if contests really mattered, i would even be a little upset this didn't win.. it's is certainly more worthwhile than the ones that did.
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Pardon me
But quit crying on your fig newtons -
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Ah, if I recall, it was you crying, and rhyming shit with tit. I'm just trying to understanding, why? Why even try to write when you clearly care nothing for the process. I can tell you've actually never read Kerouac or rimbaud, or any poetry. You're a child, at best, hence the newtons. Good luck.
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Your opinion, so your entitled to it, now leave me the fuck alone.
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I would, but you're still talking, and upon my beautiful poeme...
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Fascinating insight into the delusional psyche. But look, we become what we believe ourselves to be. Look at Hitler...Well...we become that to ourselves...how the rest of the world sees us...we can't do much about that.
Fuck em. They're obviously not enlightened. Get them off my cloud.
What were we talking about? -
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Divisional yes. Delusional, never.
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Hitler was the bastard son of a rothchild, and was created to do what he did by the zionists and the central banking system. He was merely a cog in Big Ben. Nathan Rothchild, paul warberg, and david rockefellar. Now those are monsters. Hitler was a puppy.
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very moody
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sparks and tinks
this is just pure jet fuel!
a son of a son of one
in the sun
Jeremy scedes with
dibble and diction
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Very powerful indeed,well expressed and love the flow.Good luck in the contest,Regards,Hazel
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Tasty.
I enjoyed it. Nothing to change. -
very clever
well done indeed
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very good
a well written poem
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very good
a well written poem -
Powerful.
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wow
beautiful and powerful, its amazing i think you are very talented and cant wait to read more, best of luck in the contest and take care kathrin x
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This is a good take on this contest.I like what you have written and the detail of what you said.You did a great job expressing yourself and I am glad that I got the chance to read this,although I was expecting something differant when I read the title.The flow was perfect and the words had a rythem of their own.Great job and good luck in the contest.
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Sounds awesome bro, the words you use strike a powerful emotion and are used very well.
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as much as this strikes chords in me and others, I know it doesn't scratch the surface of how it hits you.
powerful is an understatement
peace Muddy
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Beautiful.
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Forsaken.
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When the star men took me
It wasn't me, again, but my son
they left another son
Where are we?
All split light and dream
Forgotten children, alone
with no familiar sense
of genesis.
Excellent.. the voice i have been humbled by on many occasions.
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powerful
very good reading, im actually blown away by the use of words and the immense power in this poem well done take care kathrin -
Well I am glad to know u are alive and well. Great poem.
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