A contest poem from my account on allpoetry.com, with a given title and a limit of 10 lines, and the condition, "no bright or cheery shit."
I like to smile,
yeah, because I like to lie;
I’ve always been good
at pretending.
I like to soar,
because there’s freedom
in those seconds
before you remember
it’s going to hurt.
Friday, May 25, 2007
I Like to Smile
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1 comment:
You so artfully cut through the bullshit of existence. The devastating revelation of the last lines. Damn . . .
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