I know they don't believe me
When I speak of softer obscurities
Like love free of worry
It isn't love unless it hurts
It doesn't grow in glass it grows in dirt
Half lit roses blurt
Poked awake by sun beams out of dreams
Warmth warmed you but coldness formed
It was the give and the...
The reason why cookies bake
Was it heat?
Ice creams a frozen sweet
A frozen heart is the black stump
In the chest of a beast
This love is killing me
Willing it along with all the prayers he can
The reflection of a man whose deliberate pace
Belies his disregard for time and space, for time and place
His name changes so does his face
He becomes the moment
The moment torn from grace
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Written April 17th, 2006
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Your words are so lovely and so strong. I really enjoyed reading this... I really liked reading it aloud because of the flow and rhyme scheme of it. It's odd how beautiful it is when it speaks of something sad and heavy, in some ways. I like how you did that. I know the color scheme choices helped that feeling as well. Another choice you made that I liked was not writing what came at the end of "The give and the..." You left it open even though the reader has every reason to assume that the word would be take. It's as if you can't say it because it hurts to much or means to much.. but it also leaves it open in a way that it actually could be something else. Excellent work!
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