Sliding a silver
slipstream with
wingless buzzing
twitching browless
faces and lockless
windows,
sticky teeth reflecting
strobe lights in twilight,
cuticles ripping shades
of red even the tarnish
knew was relative
and wishes screamed
to a million stars;
she stopped counting
Author notes
See, this is what happens when you're me and you take up people watching again.
Introspection is baaaad.
Please tell me what you think
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Your so psychedelic.
I love your style.
Its spontaneous.
Like Janis Joplin.
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haha this is awesome babydoll!
like WHOA
[as always] i love this to bits && even more
the imagery is ahhmazing, and i like.. love ur author notes.
ILY
[Yes? it is true]
xoxoxo
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I like this. The imagery is great. I'm not really sure what kind of message is in this but it sounds good anyways. Good job.
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This poem holds beautiful imagery. Full of lines that would really create a new world for lack of better word. It's nice to see that you have tried out a new style different to your own. ' And wishes screamed to a million stars' Keep it up
Chlow
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I liked it, again, seems yet another style coming from you! it was good... although, I think the last stanza (the separated bit) is probably the most like your style, and therefore my favourite part. lol.
but the first bit is really interesting to me... I keep reading it over and over trying to get a perfect picture in my mind of what it is about... the sentence seems unfinished... sliding it where? what is sliding it?
I don't know... maybe I'm jsut being picky, ignore me, I'm having on of those "Question everything" moments. -
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Hahah hell I'm having a "question everything" life
Umm, that's basically refering to riding in the wake of life, you can't actually live so you do the next best thing. Does that make any sense?
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