Behind the clouds
Sunbeams dancing
Around brick walls
Stoned poets sharing thesauruses
Avoiding all work
Searching for their soul
Inside the Sun, within it's glow
Sad eyed girl
Emerald shoes and blackhole clothes
Mouth muscles twitching, fighting a frown
She feels all the galaxy's gravity bringing her down
Arms flailing, another satellite of sorrow in orbit
Broken glass in a ball of gas shall cut my feet
Eyes of dying supernovas, lips of blackest berries - bittersweet
Your tears are killing the fumes that illuminate my world
To taste the sweat and juices of that twisted girl
I will rip the sky with hands of bone
With the secrets that spill I'll build us a home
In the woods, tangled in the roots of an Oak
Spending our days finding new ways to choke
On the happiness blocking the air in our throats
Faces blue with Love
Author notes
Dedicated to the poets who inspired this piece...
twisted butterfly and Zinn
thank you both...
Written June 3rd, 2003
What did you think
Comments
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This defently speaks to my heart it has so much passion I can relate completely. You have tons of talent to show felling and ilove this poem it seems so like me I love it..
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this is so different. your approach and movement of scenes has great flow and your imagery is clear. I love how your lines are so twisted. The last line is definitely my favorite. Thanks for commenting on my poem.
~Angela -
oh my, mike...what can i possibly say??? this is so visual and passionate and you know, when i read "She feels all the galaxy's gravity bringing her down" i thought--it sounds like me...you are an insiteful boy...and i'll have to now read some of twisted butterfly's work as well...but i wish i could express my gratitute to a relative soul, there aren't too many...
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Very good...This is a really interesting take. I liked
"Searching for their soul
Inside the Sun, within it's glow".
That really gave it something else...I liked the concept and the wording and jsut everything. Great job!!
~Dreamer
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