deep in the layers
of thick infested clothes
heavy and crowded
just want a lamp
a book
a pen
and a diary
the book my best friend
it drags me faraway
a world away from
when my friends are on a feud
and my mom is all angry
when my dad wont give my side
and my brother
wants to eat me alive
a diary
to tell everything
all my deepest secrets
my grudges,my sorrows
and a pen to write it down of course
to fight the battle of words
with this mighty sword
and you know where the place is
what it is?
it is kinda dark
sometimes with bugs and creepy crawlies
but i have learned to live with them
in the clothes cupboard....
A contest entry
- Hide-aways by swim.x.
700 points, ended March 15, 13 entries
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Comments
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Very Nice:
I loved the title. Yes! ☻ It sounded like a diary. Very good. I liked how you broke everything down in this poem. It was funny, a delightful to read. Thanks so much for sharing. And please keep writing.
Evemauy
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Awesome, its really nice.
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wow, that is very intense what with the clothing cupboard being truly infested and yet such a solace to escape away from the world into - I can feel its dark warmth and softness. Also, the idea of escaping into the diary is very good.
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Beautiful , extrodinary
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