And through the hollow veins do the laxatives flow to cut out the badness of evil within,
because purely I am the unloved lie whose shoved away from the reasoning of fate;
Long for the sunrise where sleep is no longer a method shared a lone but fear
is what I see when looking into the glass reflection of sorrowful and broken down eyes.
Blank pages overthrow the colors as if it is the vile from the purging trip we took,
merely creating a hell within ones own body as it shuts it's fertile systems down.
What need for a heart is there when no one wants to sing to its rhythmic beat
and it is a newly produced song that has failed on the top 100 records and hits.
Disused and disputed, nothing more than an empty empathy for an ending to a scene
that never fitted the play which was created anyway; wandering but still falling,
do you even see how much they flow and shove the hate towards my unhappy eyes,
and my only remedy has become immune within my laxative filled blood system.
Mend the broken and trash the fixed is this the circle in which life is to focus on
when the system replays the same songs over and over in a confusion of worries;
Are the lyrics meant to mean something on this specially created play-list,
do my words make sense to anyone who can hear and breathe me in.
Tragic from broken fame, you can't find me because I am simply a not.
A contest entry
- SpydurPoet's Family Contest #1 - Prewrites by SpydurPoet.
1850 points, ended November 6, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Incredible. You do prose amazingly. The imagery in this was...kind of creepy. The emotion behind it was heartbreaking, though. But it was beautifully written.
Thanks for entering the contest & best of luck.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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This is just brilliant,
and it rests heavy, a thundercloud on my heart.
You are not not. You are absolutely brilliant,
and you are loved <3
best wishes,
Zach
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You have such a way with words, you make everything you say so beautiful and so unique. Great job.
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umm wao love it.. at first the lines seem long but as you read it flows so well you dont notice each word, but the idea as a whole.. its a brill idea, but sad.. nice profile by the way
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Your message is here within these words and so are you as your last line suggests that you are not--you are there within those words that you painted onto the page.
Blank pages overthrow the colors
Find these colors--
Best,
Josh
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I just love your own style of writing
You are a very gifted poetess
Write own hun
David
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These are some intriguing thoughts and some cleverly worded phrases.
I would only recommend organizing this by shorter lines so the reader can remember more of the message instead of remembering the long sentence/phrase. I think most of us on here are in "short lined poetry mode" and these longer sentences appear wordy. I think the technique is called persistence of memory.
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