A Poem by Amorette Duvannes

Another poem exploring the social ideology pertaining to adolescence.

My wax heart
On a splint, dubbed spliff,
Trying to c**k itself out from
Ill whimpers and places.

How many more can I do
Without regard? 
How many more ill whimpers
Can I guffaw from my jaw --

                                      I can do no more. 
I am all burnt out on match-stick knees,
The cosmos elbow me out of my
Sound purgatory, waxed-out Still, Stealth. 

I will O my way from one destination to the next
And each will be the bored chord, 
Stuck in my throat, contorted into a cry
That will rise before it is stamped out 

The lost lost lost
Of us will throat a reply before
The pitying stares and pious glares
And linger into the dead room for all of ever.

© 2014 Amorette Duvannes

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Added on May 8, 2014
Last Updated on May 8, 2014
Tags: poetry, poem, adolescence, youth, teen, teenager, teenage, spilled ink, reject's corner, rejects corner, rejectscorner, writing, poet, poets, social, social ideology, ideology


Amorette Duvannes
Amorette Duvannes

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