Snap these bones

by Bonnie Rose   Jun 24, 2006


Constantly having to pull myself up
so i'll tie a string to this ceiling
and if it rips,
i'll hang in the raincoats,
on the coat hooks in the hall,
trying to snap myself out of this depression,
these finger bones are about to snap,
look on the bright side,
i looked left and right,
saw a mother and father,
disowning their own daughter,
and a lover and priest
undressing each other
i am trying,
but with curtains pulled it can be hard,
please don't look at me in disgust,
act like you no the scene
when you only know my name,
not anything else,

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  • 16 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    Great poem , love the way you can write about anything, reminds me of myself in a way, great poem ,keep up the good work ,your friend Tracy 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lolpez

    You certainly have the ability to strike a chord in my struggling heart

  • 17 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    Oooo your good . Going to add you to my favorites

  • 17 years ago

    by sophie

    Oo another darker one LMAO! i like your darker style writing. ive just joined so maybe ive been missing out on this whole darkness lol!!! i jst got a poem up, so plz comment i'd be very grateful. thankyou

  • 17 years ago

    by john

    Again, i cant stop commenting lmao. i like ur darker writing style, this and the funeral one, really caught my eye, plus it had 1! so i upped that for you, i thought it was great.

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