I stand here,
my greatest years behind;
Waiting here,
still so undefined.
They say you change
when adolescence disappears,
they say you change
completely every some odd years.
But I'll still hide
when it's bringing me down;
I'll still hide
with the lost and profound...
Small rewards-
for idle traverses;
my reward
for thinking in verses:
Experience,
from a million farewells,
experience,
and twenty-four Aprils.
So I don't want
any presents or praise,
I don't really want
anything these days-
'Cause I'm alive,
all these memories are mine.
Still alive,
and that will do just fine.
Author notes
Birthdays, as all holidays, are over-rated.
A contest entry
- round two; uncommon options. by August Starlight.
1060 points, ended April 10, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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General Rules (5/5)
Spelling/Grammar (4/5)
Title Relevance (10/10)
Vocabulary (7/10)
Overall Flow (8/10)
Relatable (8/10)
Keeps Attention (8/10)
Imagery/Metaphors (7/10)
Creativity (6/10)
Emotion (6/10)
Personal Opinion (7/10)
Final Score = 76
I enjoyed how this write flowed, except it was kind of odd in some places, like when you had fewer syllables in some lines than others. I love the whole story you've penned here though.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
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