Black and white like the summer sky to a colorblind, this spinning room’s got me tripping to a tune I normally despise. So what exactly is it that makes moving on so hard to do that we resort to drowning our hearts in comfort taken from a glass so releasing it must be heaven sent? And I’m stumbling, stumbling across the room, loving, hating every minute of it. And you saw me running blindly towards the street like a child running barefoot on the beach. And you looked and watched and smiled and waved but then you looked away. So I kept running straight to the lights calling to me on the highway, gliding over the cold concrete after a long night of stealing drinks and shooting sweet crystalline treats; this solace is the poison I take to help me get to sleep, so that I won’t have to dream of hands and knees and running in the rain and away from fatal reveries. You left me to the night, but this night will pacify me. This night will purify me and these fantasies will soon become just fancies I’ll look back on in jest, in scorn, in irony. And maybe just the faintest trace of regret.
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written way back in sept. '06
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welcome to allpoetry
You have great use og imagery in this piece... very vivid and well expressed. I enjoyed seeing/reading that. Your words would flow much better if you would break up the lines a bit. You don't have to use stanzas to do this. If you would like an example of this just let me know. If you have any other question or need help with anything just let an Greeter know.
Keep writing on.
~Kristy
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Thanks for the comment and applause! Yeah, this was one of my old writings. The problem with those is that I used to write in a sort of train-of-thought kind of way. My newer stuff are mostly broken down into stanzas. I'm not quite sure how to edit the old ones such as this in the same format. I would love to see any example you'd be willing to provide! Thanks for the help!
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