there is art underneath my fingernails.
all you have to do is pry them up
and pick it out.
like
a billion specks of dust,
drying blood,
rock,
and my
acrylic lover - like
a half painted mural
in a burning room and
leftover colours - like
when you realize words don't
stick together like they used to
and there is only searing iron in
your head and
you can't do anything about it but
walk without an umbrella - like
balled up fists and choking sobs
on a bathroom floor and
taking it like a man,
when you're just a child.
Author notes
jesus christ by brand new.
I meant to write something worth reading.
A contest entry
- i hope my fists can fight for two. by aanika.
1800 points, ended November 8, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i am yours
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wow.
xx
Ado
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whoa.
'like taking it like a man when you're just a child.'
the most profound line i have read in so long.
i am so adding you to my favorites
<3
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oh fuck the last bit is amazing.
i love your line breaks with the -like.
this is absolutely stunning.
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thank you. =]
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oh my god, this so incredible! i'm in awe.
i'm adding you as a favorite
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agreed with of insincerity. that part hit really hard for some reason. you're brilliantbrilliantbrilliant.
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and you're toonicetoonicetoonice.
<3
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I LOVE THAT SONG AND THIS POEM!
AH! i freaking love it.
bookmarked? YEAH I THINK SOOOO
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that was my most favourite song for the longest time.
it was easy to write to, but not necessarily producing something worth everyone's time.
thank you. =]
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Simple and powerful at the same time. Very excellent.
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"balled up fists and choking sobs
on a bathroom floor and
taking it like a man,
when you're just a child."
i don't know why i'm so in love with this, but that could have been a poem itself to me.
damn.
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this was probably the most painful thing I've written in awhile.
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