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the honor of being runner-up.

My mind is sending out warning flares
that I couldn't see and you didn't care
to inform me of. Day one of the breaking
point.
          I fall into pace with every other balancing act
          that this bright hallway has to offer. Textbooks
          monitor my view of each polished tile placed
          under my clock-work feet. I march forward to
          a place of make-believe criteria and numbers
          that hide in the alphabet. I know that you'll
          be waiting. First row; second seat from the
          wall. My seat? Second row; second seat from
          the wall. Close enough to touch. It starts.

Day two throws me a curve ball that my
bat can't comprehend and the umpire
doesn't see. "Better luck next time,"
You chuckle and pitch again.
          I walk in the door with minor hesitation and
          try to focus on breathing. You turn ninety
          degrees in my direction and your words don't
          miss a beat. Late bell rings but you refuse
          to turn away. You're determined to make the
          blood rush to my face and my eyes skim the
          cracks in the floor. With your hands glued to
          everything I know, I wait in a bitter attempt
          at refuge for the clock to signal my escape.
          A kiss leaves me scared to death and hoping
          you'll make up your mind.

Day three sways my perception with a
dizzy waltz and leads me to think optimism
and leave doubt for the pessimist. I
know you're not right, but I let your
judgement override my own in an
attempt to win you over. My heart
resorts to digestion when you tell me
of love ballads and faraway miracles that
I'll never witness; afterall, she is not me.
          Betrayed was hardly the word. I could see
          the pink in your cheeks and the anxious
          anticipation in your feet as you revealed
          what we knew all along. But more, what I
          knew all along. My face was a monitor of
          my internals as my heart reacted to gravity.
         
          [You refused to watch.]



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"Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light."

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  • Woah. Oh my god. INCREDABLE imagery, extremely well written. I think I love the last line the most. ''My heart reacted to gravity'' WOW. This is absolutely amazing, I can't believe that anyone could convey feelings on paper so well.

    Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest! ♥

  • icesc8ergirl
    April 14
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    Great write. Thanks for entering


  • etoile
    April 13

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    wow this is amazing. I loved the way this is written. it's so unique and interesting. the imagery in this is fantastic as well. great poem.

    goodluck and thanks for entering

  • ohmygawd. hahaha. you were right. this is pretty much my life. or was my life. whatever. (;

    -Day three sways my perception with a
    dizzy waltz and leads me to think optimism
    and leave doubt for the pessimist. I
    know you're not right, but I let your
    judgement override my own in an
    attempt to win you over. My heart
    resorts to digestion when you tell me
    of love ballads and faraway miracles that
    I'll never witness; afterall, she is not me.
    ...

    pretty much the most hauntingly and gutwrenching image written. i definitely know where you're coming from. i love the whole "i know you're not right, but i let your judgement override my own in an attempt to win you over." <---no lie. me to a "T". beautifully penned, and just how you wrote it was captivating. i absolutely love this. even though the feeling sucks, it's nice to know you're not alone in the world. haha♥

  • Wow. this was amazing!

    Loved your style,
    it's so original.

    Beautifully crafted piece!

    Thanks for entering & best of luck

  • wow this is amazing....finalist for sure... thank you


  • Progandother
    April 3

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    ...goodness...I must say I am incredibly impressed by this...the whole structure of the piece and the pace creates such a chaotic and descriptive effect...the repetition, the detailed directories...all this in my head...ooh...love it...you definitely deserved to be in the finals...

    Oliver

  • The first to go onto my finalists list.
    You totally drew me in.
    Breath = Gone.
    Thank you for entering this into my contest.

  • I was interested the whole time I read this, and I enjoyed reading it. Great job. Thanks for entering and good luck.

  • this is a good write from you. i like the way you kept my interest throughout. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie

  • I like it, just not a winner. Thanks for entering!


  • grammabuff
    March 29

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    This is wonderful. You pulled me in very quickly and held my interest throughout. Two areas confused me, "attempt/at refuse for the clock "
    and "My heart/resorts to digestion ". I think the difficulty is word choice. Take a closer look at those and at "internals". You don't really need the brackets in the last line but that's a matter of choice - yours, not mine. Very good writing. Buff

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