poemranker ::Love - In the Noughties by Skamper

DetailsThe poem, its numbers, and the conversation.

Free verse № 152113

Love - In the Noughties

Member since 2007 · Posted 31 May 2007 · 2 comments

who gave my mind a stick for now it’s poking holes in imaginations soul who whispered wearily into my bleeding heart that started up a game where fingers went insane tripped up my dreamy feet I fall - hard, upon my back fronting up to darkness - my eyes reveal the sharpness my tongue whipped into shape my hair it now reminds me of the strings I used to bind me and thought it was a laugh… my teeth are talking back No - Seriously it’s true I’m so fucking bored without you -

Rate it

0 is the worst, 10 the best. Pick a number, add a comment if you like, then send it. Keys: 0–9 pick, Enter sends.

mean 4.00 weighted 4.95 rank 8867 views 253 View voting details →

2 votes so far. Yours would make 3.2 votes so far

2 comments

[8] Ranger 4-Jun-07/3:07 AM Reply
'bleeding heart' and 'tongue whipped' could be changed. Good last two lines.
[n/a] Skamper › Ranger 4-Jun-07/5:24 PM Reply
what can I say...was bored/lazy. In a strange way those tired ol' phrases kinda work...in the context of the write, yea? Or am I just reaching here?