I tried to tell Caty that life worked in patterns.
like how your skin is new
and born with vitality,
dressed by a smearing of blood and
veins that got tangled in the womb of your mother,
like a well painted sheen of varnish.
like how when you’re five you push
your fingers into a fireplace and feel a scream
hurtle up your throat.
like how a tongue can froth with lust
but be silenced completely by
love.
I told her, Caty, you are beautiful but you are danger.
she laughed, danced over my words and hugged me goodbye,
hiding in black vans driven by seventeen year old convicts.
they touch her and she
ignores
everything but
denial.
I sighed
and watched her go,
knowing the ash will settle
sooner or later.
I want to carve
‘life never forgets’
into the roads of everyone
running
away.
I want to set the
wind alight
and watch it burn through
the atmosphere.
there are things you can and cannot say.
can:
I love you.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I am hungry.
cannot:
your mother did not love you.
the children did not miss you.
god did not hate you.
you are lost.
you did not despise yourself as much
as the minutes did.
waiting for your death in their
fantastical hearts.
her lips were licked by foam. her teeth unbrushed for days.
clothes
ripped.
slit end from
end
and called
fashion.
she looked like
life to you.
but you shake your head when people are watching;
muttering,
the girl will be wasted.
Caty drinks from cups
that have been refilled by the hands of
abject too often.
she spends nights on tile floors,
tracing languid memories,
yelling at girls with jeans so tight their
fat spills over the
seams,
thinking they are
sogoddamnhot.
and she scares you
because she isn’t afraid
of
words.
or chances.
her grief had a size and a shape
but her mother refused to acknowledge it.
her father refused to acknowledge it.
she refused to acknowledge it.
so it just grew.
firm and steady.
paced.
but it wasn’t acknowledged
so it wasn’t
real.
until she kissed you and
it burst open,
fangs and claws
dug deep into
your skin.
planting their
seed
soon to spread, heavy limbed
in your blood.
when you fell apart
four hours later to the sounds of
hyperventilation and
elevator chimes,
you thought of all the things you
were missing.
and she thought of all the things
she didn’t want.
Author notes
Prompt: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5782105
title: TAI
so so far (for the people that haven't read) there are two characters that are hurting in different ways. the first (loosly based on my friend) is life. she is breath and fear and excitement. the second is someone who is normal in every regard. selfish, unsuprising and ignorant.
they both see each other frequently but never have any interaction. till now.
and we'll see how that results.
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A contest entry
- writemesomething. (round three.) by sighingflosser..
400 points, ended November 17, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Lost Causes.
Comments
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This is really well written, love it.
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woah....that's impressive
i love it..what emotion and word choice here! wonderfully done
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this should have been a gold entry.
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Wow... that was a hell of a lot to take in!! The way you phrase things and string sentences together is truly incredible. I can get bored with longer reads, but this kept dragging my eye further and further down the page... I was gagging for some sort of conclusion... because honestly, it hurt to read. In a good way. I LOVE writing that makes me FEEL something. And I think you made me feel everything all at once. Well done!!! Thanks be to Mango for leading me here!
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erm.
wow.
just wow.
i'm out of words.
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like how a tongue can froth with lust
but be silenced completely by
love.
oh my. that is so quotable.
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but it wasn’t acknowledged
so it wasn’t
real.
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can:
I love you.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I am hungry.
cannot:
you’re mother did not love you.
the children did not miss you.
god did not hate you.
you are lost.
-ASDFLJWLTJFALKDJFIJDLAFKJALSJIDRUTOEIRUAOIDFHSDFAJLUCYASDFIOWERO24I5O4UOTIASIFALSUCYARTIO23445UO34IJADF
her lips were licked by foam. her teeth unbrushed for days.
clothes
ripped.
-LOVETHESPACING.
you.
are.
amazing.
proof that you are amazing:
slit end from
end
and called
fashion.
she looked like
life to you.
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thank you!
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crap, you're gonna crush me in this contest >.< i need to go finish mine. lol.
anyways, this is beautiful. as always.
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Damn good
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