Paleness in your eyes
Skin devoured
A soul demise
Oh, acyrillic scraping skin
Dawnting yet dreaming
Of a better tomorrow
As we sit on a shelf
And watch the story of our lives
Angry bodies across the floor
A figure of lies before smiles
Distance of mind
Silence my child, you'll need the other side
Placid lips & blue complection
The sinless skies across creation
Fridged water seeps into your thoughts
Seas of red bringing in a tide
Laces of shoes on the ground
Gnawrled & distroyed reasoning
Snapshots of our times
Silent tears, oh shall we never die
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Nice imagery. I think in images. Words, colors, sonds, tastes, lines, textures, smells... To me these are all physical objects. I've read this a couple of times and, though I'm not exactly sure what in means in a literal sense, I can FEEL it. Good poems aren't ABOUT anything anyway. They just are. You have some good lines in here. I think "The sinless skies across creation" is my favorite though. You'd probably like some of my stuff too. Great job.
