I come up with observations
that sound like I'm
five years old.
for instance, all I could think of
when people taught me life
was a flower in my room
that will never die.
I can plant it in my heart
and let it grow out my nostrils.
I can paint it on the inside
of my wrist
using blue veins
as guidelines,
telling people,
"see, this is
love."
but my eyes
are rough with steep ridges
that scrape and scratch.
I'm praying for fingers
to push through the skin on my back
and relieve my spine
of all responsibility.
Author notes
Continuation of the first one so I thought I'd put it on here. It goes. I think a third one will be coming soon.
Written October 2nd, 2005
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I like it, love the descriptiveness of it, it's cute in a dark way
Very atmospheric as well, lovely images!
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Another beautiful one...
I love the juxtaposition I feel when reading your work..... putting the words and images together in a dream sequence or maybe is it in my head day dreaming or through the looking glass........see I am in an image frenzy!
Good work! -
Although this is very different from "I feel like a ten-year sleep (I)," I still really enjoyed it.
You seemed to be going for a very different layout, or message.. though the overall theme is still really beautiful.
You're an excellent writer, and keep up the amazing work.
<3 - Ali -
I really liked these ^_^ .. though i'm not yet inane enough to think i can guess its meaning
but it reminded me of those completely disconnected non-sensical thoughts you have when your half asleep ... and love of course ^_^ ... i loved the way you segmented the completly unique sections of the first part as well ... anywho, i believe i've run out of things to say, for the moment, anywho, NICE WRITE i really enjoyed it ...
-Tim
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