All the Dirty Words.

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Dirty words.

Whispering from lips.

Ringing in my ears.

Screaming all my fears.

Tainted colors,

Fill the mirror.

I try to wipe it away.

It stains my hands.

It smears,

as I wipe my tears.

Covering me.

Tainting me.

They make me dirty.

Even after I scrub.

It lingers.

Contaminating me.

Slowly I become dirtier.

Until I want to dirty others.

They are so clean.

Why do they get to be clean?!

While I'm trapped in these dirty colors.

With my tainted hands,

I stain them.

The endless cycle of

Dirty words.



Submitted: October 19, 2014

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very good and unique poem

Mon, October 20th, 2014 3:49pm


Thank you

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