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Blame

Contributed by Aurelia on Wednesday, 23rd September 2020 @ 01:10:56 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Hot potato
Hot potato
There was no potato

Someone must be blamed
Someone must be responsible
I feel, I felt, I hurt
Come get your pain
I do not want it anymore

If there was no potato
Why did we pass it around
Why did you hold my head under
Hoping that I would drown

If I could breathe the whole time
And you never had any power
Why did I gasp for breath
With your boot on my neck

Hot potato
Hot potato
I will hold it a little longer
What is the point of passing
When I know you will stop the music
Just when it lands on me
Or you will throw it
Just at the last second
You would never be caught dead
Holding all the blame

He made the potato
Or maybe he got it from her
And maybe she got it from
Her father
Who threw her out a window
When she could finally
Shove him off her
But a potato is a potato
And someone has to hold it

I cannot just set it down
I did not get these scars
For nothing
I did not walk through hell
So no one
Would have to pay for it

Hot potato
Hot potato
The potato ends with me




Copyright © Aurelia ... [ 2020-09-23 01:10:56]
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Re: Blame (User Rating: 1 )
by Vic on Wednesday, 23rd September 2020 @ 03:52:20 AM AEST
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This is a nice write, Aurelia. I know you are expressing hurt but I ain/'/t sure about the kind.

I don/'/t mean to be mean but the number of potatoes in there sure worked up an appetite. :)


Re: Blame (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 23rd September 2020 @ 10:43:25 AM AEST
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Your poem is so extraordinary!!! The analogy blew me away! I never come to your poems without leaving by being impressed.



Re: Blame (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 27th September 2020 @ 03:30:47 PM AEST
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C’est passé au-dessus de ma tête Aurie. Je suis un peu dense mais je suis d’accord avec Timmy. Je l’ai eu et honnêtement tu devrais oublier ces gens laids de ton passé. Ils vous ont fait du mal une fois et si vous y mettre fin le mal ne peut pas être prolongée. Je sais ce que vous parlez et je comprends. Les enfants sont innocents et incapables de se défendre. À tes souhaits.


Re: Blame (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 1st October 2020 @ 10:55:33 AM AEST
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Excellent poem. Very well written. Keep up the good work.




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