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Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #2081410

my entries for the Construct Cup

It's that time again. Time when I lose all sense of proportion and sanity and agree to write a poem a day following prompts exactly as given by our fearless leaders (aka Ren the Klutz! Author Icon and Fyn Author Icon. I may not survive. But I will do it anyway, mostly because I can't imagine anyone having this much agony fun without me.

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December 10, 2018 at 11:53pm
December 10, 2018 at 11:53pm
#947263
our tree is replete
with starlight,

golds, silvers, reds—
chiming bells,

whispering tinsel,
candy canes,

garlands—beads, greenery,
ornaments— glass, brass,

cinnamon sticks, embroidery, yarn
Mama’s nativities—Mary, Joseph, baby.

everything palpably symbolic:
Christ is center.

line count: 12

Prompt 18 ▼
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December 10, 2018 at 12:14am
December 10, 2018 at 12:14am
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you’ve said goodbye,
but I got this feeling inside my bones
that you love me now and
I feel the same way. I need more hours
with you—that’s why I lurk
outside your window, showing up
at your workplace, calling those idiots
you try to replace me with. but if you
really want me, you’re running
out of time.

I’m not a stalker.
baby I still see you.
everywhere I go, I see your face
all made up and
looking like a princess—
it haunts me, like the scent
of peaches and the taste
of blue raspberry gummies
shaped like baby sharks,
and I start leaking like Niagara.

this is perfect—proof of my love
to carry with you—but if you play me . . .
close to that edge. I’m not made
out of steel. if you’re gonna break my heart,
just break it and scatter the pieces
city wide. start with downtown, and
we’ll have only 27 blocks to go
and I’ll be out of your life. just another
ex-love you don’t wanna see,
gone and forgotten.

line count: 30

lines included: all of them.

if you're gonna break my heart just break it
play me close
27 blocks to go
I'm not made out of steel
everywhere I go I see your face
this is perfect
baby, I still see you
you're running out of time
just another ex-love you don't wanna see
looking like a princess
I need more hours with you
you love me now and I feel the same way
I got this feeling inside my bones
baby shark

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