Empty, black inked, prety words,
capture this motion, hide it away.
Let it be land, from dust of thousands
of unsold books, for some poor soul.
Feelings, your only salary, take their toll
upon your heartbeat, until silence comes.
The time is right, always, the time is now.
So go on, run, dive into the credulous lagoon.
Your Smile. A heroic gesture, shot at by a
squadron of cameras. You escape me.
Feelings loosen in a motion,
Motion captured in an image
An image resolved in words.
do you prefer simple or complex language?
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omicow
this, when i read this, my mouth dropped open. i loved this. i love this much. i especially like the very end, it like, rolls together and flows very nicely. this poem is so good i want to eat it.
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Very abstract and quite allusive, i like it though. Its vague in my opinion which distances me from it,but maybe im just too tired!
"Let it be land, from dust of thousands
of unsold books, for some poor soul."
Thats got to be my favourite line,giving the notion that everything comes full circle in life, that these 'empty black inked words' turn to dust,and in turn make the land... Quite a deep image, spoke volumes to me!
omg like...love this!
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