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    dots Submission Name: Never Enough.dots

    Author: IEggman7
    ASL Info:    20/F/Ma
    Elite Ratio:    3.6 - 12/16/14
    Words: 153
    Class/Type: Poetry/Venting
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       I wouldn't be surprized if people find a lot wrong with this poem since I am still caught up in what has happened.

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    dotsNever Enough.dots

    I'm a jewel encrested statue
    Standing on my perfect pedestal.
    I gleem and glisen with a joyous beauty.
    Standing, all proud and promising.

    You extend your grubby hands
    groping at my precious gems.
    Touched and tarnished, I begin to tumble
    over like a circus trapeez artist.

    I crash to the ground, broken and dismembered.
    My jewels scattered around the soles of your feet.
    My exposed body laying naked within your view.
    Fear covered me like a blanket, and I begin to weep.

    You scoop down selecting your prizes. Disappointed,
    You kick me like a puppy who has pissed on the carpet.
    Digusted, you walk of with your reward
    And leave me lost along the endless floor.

    Tears fall down my face; I begin to rust.
    Blood trails down my cheeks and falls through the air,
    Dripping down in a dank undesirable distress.
    I am never enough.

    Submitted on 2007-11-08 14:38:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      So we are so fickle in our emotions changing with the sun and rains like we have ten thousand garments to hide a tarnished soul. We err so often our status stares at the ruins and count the broken pieces to see if there be slightest change. Compunction lends not its glue to build us up again though tangled be the misplaced pieces. There is always a tug of war between what we are and what we aspire to be but the frayings of what we were seem easier than our hopes to change.
    | Posted on 2007-11-09 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ]

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