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phosphoric light beckons to my curious bones.
chattering wildly,
we clatter to this speactacle
just my bones and I.
my jittery clumsy demeanor
does nothing but satisfy your rolling eyes
as i press my face
against the plexiglass window
you've blocked me with.
your cheap plastic sheild
against my hardened obsession
for thinlipped boys.
In a silent outrage
my eyes form a sunsquint
towards the so-called heavens
and shoot anger in beams
at your sarcastic defense.
my pain is so tired
and obsession so dull
and the dents in your sheild
mean nothing at all
to you.
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beautiful genius pushpins
too accurate
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thanks so much! i didnt re-look at this page til now (searching for a poem i feel worthy to show to someone else so they can base what they think of my writing skills all on one peice)...
you know, if it werent for the positive comments i receive on blather for my poetry, i probably wouldnt even write at all. I would be too discouraged and I wouldnt crave being better.
i dont really get positive stuff. its like i do good with whatever (chores, school, life) and nobody will punish me. or i screw up and i get yelled at or just receive nagative bullshit. i dont get praised, i just do things so I wont get punished. cus thats how it has to work. but then when i write and somebody likes it and tells me...its one of the few times i get something positive, and naturally i like it so i want more,a nd i think i have to work for it, so i do and...
well that explains it.
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and it shatters because I forgot to reinforce it and the negative is outweighing the positive, crushing my writing and breaking my words.
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