A step to the beat(ing cracks of the walking side)
I move my lips to motion
A city scene and quiet place(ing of my mind)
She says to me
"Darling, where is your coat"
"Darling, it is far too cold"
In these streets I've moved the lines
To layer the mechanical towers,
An unforgivable match of man and falling clouds
And I say to her
"Darling, we are but contestants"
"Darling, this is but a game"
Where moving day to day
Is a manner of invading the drink
Of a chaos theory and lively reef
That makes our city sink (like the ships)
Of the world while racing streams
Move my eyes and bend around time
Author notes
The talking streets walk the plank.
The walking scenes talk of play.
A contest entry
- You, were wearing a green dress... by tara wilson.
1700 points, ended July 30, 2007, 19 entries
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"That makes our city sink (like the ships)
Of the world while racing streams
Move my eyes and bend around time"
I really like these lines...thank you so much for your entry!
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I like this one alot. I dig your style of writin' brover~ good luck in the contest and I hope you win!!!
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