space
to breathe, grow
and spread out my little stumps
blunt, a featherless, cut short where the wings should grow
i bolted the passage way in
for we know windows will be tapped by elongated, bearded men
flashing boldness under their noses,
more bones than skin
boarded up from leather cuffed
a face dragged along the glass
with the marks of bitter palces
he'll stain and swell like golf ball arms
following through the cavity map of false teeth
etched in smoke amonia, he'll reap
more dirt than i can ever expect to sow
he loves me in broken tones
fragile, undeveloped
and holds on, in dying breaths
(i swear he dies every night for me)
to show him just the smallest, tinyest bit
of the lining of my bloodied, removed heart
when the pressure is dropped and the air just slowly, leaks out
present future past - mesh for the last moment
and maybe at last he'll hear me shout
Author notes
took ages! still not sure. think the end is a little crud. first one in agges!
Please tell me what you think
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ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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i like ths poem... alot. hum drugs... no comment lol. how have you ben havent talked in a while?
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im alright thanks! add me on myspace your profile is ghey and wont let me message you back xx
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Quite dark this one =P
I like it, but don't quite understand it =S I'll get you to explain it to me next time I see you, haha.
And "swell like golf ball arms" I don't get it =[
But very good write, enjoyed reading it =]
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golf ball arms is cos i once heard that herion addicts get gurt swells on their arms, and they look like golf balls.
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Aaaahh, I see, I get it now =P Haha
Never heard that expression before, thank you for learnding me laura =]
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hehe, made up expression
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