The Odd One

The Odd One

A Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.
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Just read it.

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I feel the blood,

Flowing over my skin.

I feel the pain,

Flowing from within,

As they all sit there,

With a stupid grin,

As I'm covered in this sin.

 

I feel all alone,

Like the odd one out.

No one would hear me,

So I don't even try to shout.

It's like I'm waiting for the relief of rain,

In the middle of a drought.

 

Why am I telling you this?

It's not like it matters to you,

Even if it did,

There's nothing you can do.

You'll probably just tell me things,

Totally untrue,

Thinking you're helping,

When you're only hurting me,

Pushing me into the pull of my own blood,

Where I'll always be.

 

Why are they staring at me that way?

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to say?

 

Is there something wrong,

With the way I look?

Are they trying to read me,

As if I'm just a book?

 

I feel so bare,

Standing here.

They can probably see,

Every piece of my fear.

I finally drop,

One single bloody tear,

As I run away,

Like a deer,

In the headlights of disaster,

Like a wild horse,

Running from anothers master.

© 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.


Author's Note

.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.
A little weird but what do u think????

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Sincerely riveting and the imagery is subtlely stunning, the line below,
"As I'm covered in this sin."... speaks the pinnicle image and the meaning conforms
around the imagery, dark and consuming, heartfelt, passionate. Wow. powerful.





Posted 12 Years Ago


Such a dark, deep write about isolation in a world so full of pain. Your words are powerful and vivid, full of emotion. Incredible poem that flows like blood down a wound!

Craig

Posted 12 Years Ago


I know, I really do, EXACTLY what you are talking about, and exactly what you were feeling when you wrote this. Sometimes I can't put into words what I feel when I'm doing it, but this says it. It says it beautifully. I am completely addicted to your poetry now.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I agree with the sense of uncertainty there is a raw sense of that specific emotion here but as far as the wild horse running from its master I do not I think intended or not the metaphor for the untamed beast having a master and running to be free works for we all try to tame the wildness or uncertainty in ourselves

Posted 12 Years Ago


Hey CupE
Pushing be into the pull of my own blood, (me?) - just seemed to jump out at me there ...
Like a dear, (deer? or like an old actor `luvvy` dear?)
does a `wild` horse (as untamed) have a master?
- does get one wondering about that blood..?
I don't understand this - but I do feel a sense of uncertainty...
the uncertainty of self-consciousness maybe...
but the ending is conclusive..
I feel a sense of resolution...
there is a change in attitude - a personal awakening I feel
quite an engaging piece!





Posted 12 Years Ago


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Not wierd. Haha. wierd is most deffinately NOT the right word. I love it. Keep on writing. It makes me feel ....Like maybe there's someone that'll understand me. I enjoyed it.. Very much so.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love the end of it, the bloody tear and the comparison to the horse and deer... Another great write Ms. Cake hehehehe :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Somebody always hears a cry for someone to listen, it's just hard to see those people in the sea of ignorance :P Keep your eyes open for them and you'll be surprised that they are there. It's horrible when people feel this way about themselves, but different is honestly awesome. Who wants a "factory-made," same-as-eveyone-else friend when you can have a friend who is just themself?

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow I really really love this! It's fantastic! I love poems I can relate to and I can completely to this. I love the comparisons you made and the way they flowed so perfectly into the poem. Awesome job!!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.
.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.

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My Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..

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