there's something in my
throat and
it burns a little
because you're just a
hungry child, screaming and
screaming and screaming
(but only
on the inside because
you never know
who's
watching)
and you're so useless,
so fucking inadequate
that you understand why he'd
be angry,
you know how it
feels to sit on the
couch and
stare
at windows
until your eyes are
gravel and
all you can do is
write;
about him and
about you and how
sometimes things are
bad
and people hurt
each other
but it's okay because
we're all
just lonely anyway
and this raging sweetness is
ours to
keep.
Author notes
inspired by the spider one, and the song.
A contest entry
- i've got nearly eighteen years of knowledge{2} by winterbound..
400 points, ended November 8, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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ooooh, i got yours. i think i'll use the first one.
except then i'd feel like a slacker, because that's the one with the most range for poem-ness, and could be cliche since it's me, and i suck. and the piano one would make a nice story. and the last one would add to that story. i'll just see which one the song allows me to use. (: -
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you don't succckkk. at all. XD
<3
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two truths and a lie:
On average, people eat eight spiders in their sleep per year.
I like the way it feels when I break my own heart.
I had a crush on Rob Zombie as a little girl.
Song: Kiss With a Fist- Florence and the Machine
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