Speaking in gibberish,
their written words turn to scribbled fish,
swimming through my mind.
These hymns were never hummed.
I’d rather tattoo my words to my tongue,
and allow them to be sung through the funnels of my thoughts.
Battles fought between who I am and who I’m portrayed to be,
egotistic rabies, foaming from my essence.
These words, like babies, born in cold hospital beds,
to mothers and nurses with two heads.
They bicker back and forth, my name travels with their lips.
I am in hell, but something colder,
frozen over.
My eyes have frosted with my thoughts.
Their lies control gravity.
Ravenous rage grabs the reins and steers me to rip through the clouds.
The moon whispers loud, and the man inside that smiled proud,
now frowns.
I am that man,
my image was crucified.
I’ve been labeled emotionally unstable.
Has this horse left the stable?
They speak fables and word of mouth spreads like plague.
Their twisted mouths are water spouts,
but spewing sewer water.
Speaking sick lies, starting scandals,
they deface my reputation.
Graffiti walls on my exterior,
and I bleed their paint.
Author notes
This was written out of frustration. When reputation is tarnished by gossip and rumors.
A contest entry
- Pen Me Something - by Kari.
1350 points, ended February 27, 17 entries
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I really like the metaphors in this. Thanks for your entry.
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*oogle* OH MY GOODNESS!!!!
this is so very profound and I'm loving the attitude portrayed. Its very dark and easy to relate to.
And your descriptions and metaphors are like *shock*
*hug*
Delila
* you ask for constructive criticism, so the only thing I would consider revising is less filler words. Words like "and" & "of" and maybe less "I" and "my"
But that is just a personal preference of my own.*This is really good poetry. *hug*
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