My voice stuttered between choruses and the melodies that strung from your acoustic guitar accompanied the unease swelling of my glands. Even if the clock struck 2 A.M, you were willing to blend your advice with the proposition of me pouring out my unsteady and hypothetical burdens; you refused to leave unless the probability of tears escaping my irises was slim to nothing. You once cared if I was helpless. Now, you turn the other way if I have to bite my tongue to hold myself together.
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Truth is, it was never supposed to end up like this. I was the only one who should’ve fallen head over heels recklessly with scraped knees, I was the only one who should’ve built up enough courage and strength to reveal every flaw behind a rehearsed fake smile. But you; you cornered yourself inside of my soul voluntarily and unraveled my every predictable emotion that was left unwrapped; only because I didn’t have the mentality to let you pop the bubble that enclosed me in safety. Eventually, I was only fooling myself, because you comforted yourself into my eyes as a reasonable explanation of ‘friendship’.
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I was left contained in a whirlwind of solitude while rummaging through old abandoned diaries underneath my sunken-in mattress. I couldn't remember why I let my guard down to you so many times only to, in return, get a slap in the face from actuality. But then I reread the ink-splattered pages dotted with scribbled hearts and was lost in a whole different illusion of how you made me feel. You'd take me across the world with a glance or a sly grin when I was below negative of feeling okay; I was on a caffeine-high; as if I inhaled coffee beans or drank an entire bottle of vodka. I was on cloud 9 when your hands cradled my hips and caressed the layers of my dark-chestnut hair. I wondered how we managed to destroy ourselves so easily, as if we were as flimsy as a sheet of cheap plastic. I didn't want to fall asleep without your body heat being my source of warmth, I didn't want to wake up in the morning without being held inside of your arms. But I knew that was how it was going to be, regardless I wanted it or not.
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once upon a time,
as we were breathing in nicotine and slurring words well enough to understand their accurate composition;
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‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me,’ you said with a smirk upon your face.
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‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me either,’ I replied, biting my lower lip, hoping you didn’t realize that I was afraid of you comprehending my every quirk, every flaw, that was drawn carefully into my soul.
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& that’s when we became close.
Author notes
picture credit: i could never sleep alone by ~nuozek
innocence jaded.xx
hopefully this okay;
its what came to mind when i saw that picture. (:
A contest entry
- Easy as Pie by Cyanide Dreams.
3250 points, ended April 17, 132 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
feedback would be greatly appreciated :D
Comments
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Oh my. Great job on this piece. What emotion ! I really liked how you never lost it, you kept the emotions, the imagery, the everything strong in this piece. Great job on this and good luck in the contest.
josh
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Nice job. just not a winner. thanks for entering
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I really love this.
The emotional depth is incredible.
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This is what literature is all about
Every last line, every last word had emotional depth
and wonderful imagery
Your talent is beyond your years and is mind-blowing.
Keep up the great work sis
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You know how wonderful I think your writing is. I never find a flaw in it, because it's beautiful just like it's writer. Enough said
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this is inredibly amazingly jawdroppingg!
i liked every single part about this,
and if i had to pick out my favorite part, it would be:
I was left contained in a whirlwind of solitude while rummaging through old abandoned diaries underneath my sunken-in mattress. I couldn't remember why I let my guard down to you so many times only to, in return, get a slap in the face from actuality. But then I reread the ink-splattered pages dotted with scribbled hearts and was lost in a whole different illusion of how you made me feel. You'd take me across the world with a glance or a sly grin when I was below negative of feeling okay; I was on a caffeine-high; as if I inhaled coffee beans or drank an entire bottle of vodka. I was on cloud 9 when your hands cradled my hips and caressed the layers of my dark-chestnut hair. I wondered how we managed to destroy ourselves so easily, as if we were as flimsy as a sheet of cheap plastic. I didn't want to fall asleep without your body heat being my source of warmth, I didn't want to wake up in the morning without being held inside of your arms. But I knew that was how it was going to be, regardless I wanted it or not.
but still,
it would be hard to choose.
i dont know why, but that part
sort of stuck out to me.
lol.
wow!
i am so shocked.
this was so good!
great job, hun ((: -
this is inredibly amazingly jawdroppingg!
i liked every single part about this,
and if i had to pick out my favorite part, it would be:
I was left contained in a whirlwind of solitude while rummaging through old abandoned diaries underneath my sunken-in mattress. I couldn't remember why I let my guard down to you so many times only to, in return, get a slap in the face from actuality. But then I reread the ink-splattered pages dotted with scribbled hearts and was lost in a whole different illusion of how you made me feel. You'd take me across the world with a glance or a sly grin when I was below negative of feeling okay; I was on a caffeine-high; as if I inhaled coffee beans or drank an entire bottle of vodka. I was on cloud 9 when your hands cradled my hips and caressed the layers of my dark-chestnut hair. I wondered how we managed to destroy ourselves so easily, as if we were as flimsy as a sheet of cheap plastic. I didn't want to fall asleep without your body heat being my source of warmth, I didn't want to wake up in the morning without being held inside of your arms. But I knew that was how it was going to be, regardless I wanted it or not.
but still,
it would be hard to choose.
i dont know why, but that part
sort of stuck out to me.
lol.
wow!
i am so shocked.
this was so good!
great job, hun ((:
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This is amazing. I can't pick a favorite part...wow. it made me cry.
' I reread the ink-splattered pages dotted with scribbled hearts and was lost in a whole different illusion of how you made me feel.'
just one thing, in the first stanza, should 'unease' be 'uneasy'? Other than that, this was heartbreaking and wonderfully incredible.
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This is an incredible poem that is passionately and powerfully penned
Just one thing, doesn't this contest ask for 90 - 100 words? This looks a bit longer than that
Best of Luck
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I love the way you have written this. It is a perfect narrative. I could not find anything wrong with it at all, it is perfect!
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thank you ! (:
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" I couldn't remember why I let my guard down to you so many times only to, in return, get a slap in the face from actuality. But then I reread the ink-splattered pages dotted with scribbled hearts and was lost in a whole different illusion of how you made me feel. You'd take me across the world with a glance or a sly grin when I was below negative of feeling okay; I was on a caffeine-high; as if I inhaled coffee beans or drank an entire bottle of vodka. I was on cloud 9 when your hands cradled my hips and caressed the layers of my dark-chestnut hair. I wondered how we managed to destroy ourselves so easily, as if we were as flimsy as a sheet of cheap plastic."
This was beautiful, and you said it's not personal, but it really feels it, you are one amazingly talented writer, keep writing, 'cause I'm becoming addicted!
♥
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thank youu !!! i really appreciate it (:
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Not sure about feedback...
this is just about perfect.
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