for years i stood on rocks
and wondered how they crack and fault-
as if they were not meant at all
- their groans of moss,
their eyes like glass-
i made my way through streets of bones
and saw them as empty clothing-
not fit for people-
broken homes-
not made for life
and i look for petals
in the pages of other people-
the dying type- crushed but somehow fragrant
like a liquid smile--
in a tall cold glass.
i'll lose my way-
i'll lose you by the dustbins round the back-
i'll just collapse - upon a grave
of jagged ice cubes,
and the ends of untold stories,
whispering smoke-rings under coffee cups
and never sleep
i couldnt dream about you.
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eek... bad writing... urgh
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not bad u self deprecating penis
I like it. i dont get it i'll be honest, its hard to decipher what its about until the end line. I like the 'grave f jagged ice cubes tho' thats cool.
glad to see ur still writing
xxxx
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I think it's love love lovely.
Really, amazing.
The last line did it for me.
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The last stanza was my favorite. It was a force of nature that carried me along a wild wind. It was so soulful and made my chest ache. I love the imagines and the emotion those words carried with them.
I hope you're okay sweetpea
xoxo
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