Here's something I wrote about three weeks ago...

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"We Speak Not Of Miracles"

You'd take it all back...
If only you could,
But the shame and the self-disgust,
Cannot,
Will not be abandoned.
And all the pointing, laughing children on misery street,
Come by your house to take in your defeat.
With your broken heart and it's broken song,
Lacking rhythmn and talent,

YOU'RE SO FAR GONE...

And your happiness is as fleeting as a miracle.

I really like that line right there^

Nice job with this =)
Keep on writing!

damn, i really like this one. good shit :]

The ending is very nice! You did a good job on this. I like the way it's written.

i bless thee with mad props for writing like the way you did here. very clever.

My favorite part.

Beautiful. It's the title that definitely dragged me in. Gooood job.

This is kickass. :D I love how I can picture it.

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for the kind words, I've actually decided to enter this poem in my highschool's magazine.

Maybe it'll make it.

Also, if you liked this, I'm starting several new poems and a short story soon and I'll be adding them to cB, of course.