Teen Poetry #9 |
I'm The Gingerbread Man. |
Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
Kinda smells but och well. I’m The Gingerbread Man Flying on the razor sharp Edge of something high Chew on words, spit ‘em out And roll them ‘cross the sky Run still muscles snap and spin And dive headfirst downhill As bands across a swollen chest Crack and contents spill Finger nails run ‘cross the skin And paint a rainbow of extreme That dribbles down your chin And merges with a scream Run headfirst into the wall And knot your limbs for good No one knows and knows no one And no one understood! Blast out the notes and nails Until your ears bleed noise Spit on reason, rhyme and ruse And beat and stamp on poise Flying on the razor sharp Edge of something high Take it, leave it, just know its a Feeling I can’t describe. |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
Well I think you described it perfectly. Adored this. Very much a keeper. 'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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m48 Member
since 2009-12-02
Posts 108 |
that sounded like a wonderful poem also it was interesting to read. i think you described the feeling inside just right. besides stray ends will always be there the things we dont say today will show up some other time. |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
God's mercy on the wild ginger man. |
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