scatter with me
you could have
i think
but you were getting drunk with your friends
you were taking all the smoke in like storm clouds
you were dropping your words in the grass
and i was fine with that
i think
i took in my own thunder
leaning out the window
everything got really damp
hey, i couldnt give a shit
i could have struck down trees
swallowed the ocean
anything
just not your kiss on my temple
moths maracas ribs and some bruises
i was bound for this
i didnt want to see the lady's tumors
i cant feed from suffering
i dont watch tv
and her fingers stroking the beadwork
she was staring like i'd just stepped out of the sarcophagus itself
i shielded my heart
and my hands seemed too small
not for the first time, either
you said you loved my freckles
yeah
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"i shielded my heart
and my hands seemed too small
not for the first time, either"
this was absolutely stunning.
for some reason, that part stuck out the most to me.
i really enjoyed reading this.
the entire poem was great.
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This is fantastic! It actually reminds me of a rap just because I can feel its attitude you know? & the words are sharp like..I can hear them. Very striking♥.
This was written with so much power its like magnetic. I loved every line of it.
My favorite line though is definately
"she was staring like i'd just stepped out of the sarcophagus itself"
SO amaaaazing<33. I can just like see so many things in this line like..you glowing all golden like an ancient girl haha. & it just flowed.
I loved the first half how it kind of revolved around nature stuff? =D.
I liked all the stuff that seemed like..real memories and situation just little clippets of them? The tumors and the tv & everything.
Such an amazing write I am so happy to read this from you I miss you<3333.
♥.xo.

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this sounds so perfect. it sounds like all your feeling put together and it's just amazing. random at some parts, but you always manage to portray your thoughts to well. niiice to see you writing !

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thank you so much for commenting honeyhoney<333 you have no idea how happy it makes me to see someone actually read what i'm turning out these days. i feel like ive lost my spark.
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