Anerexic or bulimic-
Our bones clack death!!
Seeking perfection-our lives-we prematurely end-
While anothers perfection quest simultaneously begins!
Author notes
prompt: perfection
A contest entry
- Depression quickie (20 words max) by hollowriver.
620 points, ended May 12, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do u think??
Comments
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you speak volumes in these few words. excellent


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YEP YEP
I tolttaly love this poem. its so strait forward and to the point...People should really know to eat..but im no one to judge... -
yes
I agree
brilliance with in words
beautiful
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great poem..
the fact that the 2nd lines pretty nuts!
when your bones go clack..thats the time you should really go eat..wow this poem is short but straight to the point..
honestly written!
great job

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tanx
honestly wrtitten indeed- I'm glad u liked da 2nd line cuz das the exact image that I imagined. I lk ur writes @-keep it flowin!!
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This is a good poem about important social issues. I like the onomatopeaia (sp?) in the 2nd line, it made me think of the bones knocking together with no fat or skin to muffle the sound. Good luck in the contest.


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tanx so much!
apprec8 ur comments, one day hopefully b4 my bones clack I will get help if its not 2late?? Writing seems 2 b helpn some, Im still new, but find comfort in pennin my thots!!
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