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Burning Paper Hearts

Paper burning your words into my lungs
That suck at the drug
Never growing as much
As the columbines I planted
Under your kitchen floor
So you would always have flowers for your dinner table,
Or cookies, ash in the stove,
It's been on all night
Too busy melting tar into the couches,
We never heard the ringing that told us
To: Evacuate or Perish.

So we continued to blacken spoons
Wiping them off on once white shirts
And starting over again
With dirty slates.

Forever ended a long time ago
We've been so absorbed in its ghost
We forgot to look beyond the mirror
To each other.

The sand cracked under pressure
My ears popped and when i could hear again there was silence.
I breathed easily in, but on the exhale
You appeared in my cloud of smoke
White dust that suffocated my gasp.

Asphyxiation sent my mind to the ocean
Where waves broke over my chest.
The crashes were hell, but when the tide ebbed,
My eyes rolled back to that spot that
Bleeds forcibly released endorphins over the
Hemispheres of my world
The brain.

It was long overdue.
The clocks all stopped days ago
It was about time I let go of their hands
And learned to dream alone.

I carried myself to bed
Sucked out all the lights
After hours of pinwheels spinning my eyes
Lullabies rained on my window
Sleep leaked through my ears


And when I woke up I was dead.

Author notes

alright, i KNOW the title is sickenly cliche sounding, but it popped into my head and after that i couldnt think of anything else, so, cut me a break.
dizzy

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  • BigE
    December 6, 2007
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    I thought the poem was good. The most powerful stanza to me;
    "So we continued to blacken spoons
    Wiping them off on once white shirts
    And starting over again
    With dirty slates."

    What a great description of ignorance. Not knowing the harm we do to ourselves, we continue, till we have nothing left to continue.

    Very good, thanks for entering,
    Steven.