The sylkies sing my requiem
But will not give me my money back
Shameful color scheme that it is
Almost green, but more like gold
Grey perhaps, monochrome,
Like rainbows on my tongue
I can not find the words,
Can only ask:
How long?
How fucking long?
Dreary, dreadful, delightful
Creature with the face of a martyr,
That old friendly void
(Beautiful thing)
Maybe I denied it
Because I didn't want to be
Another suicide on your bookshelf
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I miss you tremendously. I still admire your works so much... My writing has been getting really crappy, or from what I see from myself.
This poem is just as marvelous as the rest... and your words are so.. capturing. Honestly. You are still my superstar. *lix*
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You are one of wandering giants of written word. Long gone, it seems... left to fables and storybook glory. These pages are your requiem and your proof of life all at once.
Yours is a story my children will hear. -
*shivers* so...so hauntingly lovely.
i miss you and your words and most ardently, you!
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I always liked your poetry for this. The dark edges. They say every cloud has a silver lining, you prove it is only the remnants of the smoke that burned it out.
Light up....
You know you LOVE your bubble.
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