A clutch like lovers,
These hands
Anxious- so we don’t talk
About that, no,
We won’t tread in gathered snow
Basketball courts
Thank you sir
Off we go
Little bag of salt
Looks a little short,
You know.
Sixty-five that could have
Gone toward the significance
Of cigarettes
Soon enough
Fifty-five
Sixty-five...
Right, left
Hovering
Pacing
Chain the door, blind the blinds
Stark black the surface
That’s not enough, that is
Clearly not enough
ONE! Up TWO! Blast, and I am
Intoxicated, I am
Renovated, I am
Levitated.
I am.
Boulders evaporate and tingle
In the gap of my front teeth
Head back, shoulders in ears
This is how I’ll feel when I am
Free
And we won’t sleep til this time next week
“Oh I really don’t know why
They say that
There is something wrong
They say,
There is something wrong.”
Comments
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Wow. That's all I can say. You encapsulated the feeling... perfectly, just perfectly. And then shaped it into a real work of art. My God, the emotion and crazy rhythm of this piece!! Quite spectacular, the way it slows then speeds up again.
That is remarkable talent. If anyone wanted to know what it was like without actually doing it, they'd only have to read this piece.
Enjoyable and well-constructed, with hints of comedic value at times which only help to put the message across.
Great job!
God bless,
ELW x
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love it... you make the reader experience this with you. Descriptive word usage; well done.
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madd gangsta
you madd good girl -
Pure Genius Dear.
You are a diamond among rocks.
Great Job.
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