Had it been that long?
Have I been holding your neck this hard?
Or was it just my imagination?
Do I really have to stay like this forever?
To be abused by such words of lowliness
of whom I am really not?
I am your power, and your soul..
you should've known that for too long now.
Your familiarity, with me...
had it been that strong that you feel that proud
Bashful, Insolent being!
When will you learn?
I am your soul, I am your power,
You should remember that!
Now I know,
and I could see it clearly,
You're a waste, and I could no longer use you,
You will never feel this surge of existence,
You will be called as the forgotten,
and you will be no more.
Now, I'll hold your neck even harder,
see my eyes full of fury
so...
be gone...
Author notes
Probably, that's what I'll do to sue off some *bunny*s....
I felt good when I am writing this poem...
so I hope you'll enjoy reading this....
26. The silent man with A bleeding mouth
A contest entry
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Comments
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no cup no enter
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This is reall cool
The positives:
This is exremely unique. i liked the flow
The negatives:
none that I can see you did a great job
My favorite part:
Your familiarity, with me...
had it been that strong that you feel that proud
Bashful, Insolent being!
When will you learn?
I am your soul, I am your power,
You should remember that!
This part was really really cool in my opinion.
Thanks for entering -
This can be viewed a couple ways:
Simply killing someone, and the rush of power that one
might feel - a god complex in a way.
Overtaking an abuser, whether real or abstract, and
coming out on top.
Or, taking control of one's own temper that can
often be found to be in control.
I like poems like this can be viewed in different lights
and show different colors.
Thank you.
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