I spend my days
in wall closets,
amid inanimate things;
just folding myself
into forms of nothing,
a disposable thing.
In a list
A contest entry
- 20 word quickie by Luciferschild.
460 points, ended February 25, 2009, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congrats on silver, well deserved!
This is so sad, I hate to say it, but i know how that feels.
It's no fun. i hope you really don't feel this way because you're amazing and talented and sweet and silly!! I would be sad without my muse chaser. lol
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Fantastic metaphor in this insightful little write!!! Congrats. on the Silveer Shiney!!!
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lovely and sad at same time. well done on winning the silver.
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Interesting...I love the thought of nothing being disposable. Nicely penned
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This is wonderful, brief, but a full bodied emotional assault on the senses! Incredible write! Geo
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pure coolness!!
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you are so good!
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That's exactly how I feel right now... I love the metaphor and the use of brevity.
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