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you can never fill up a mess and call it messier.






you grabbed
and held on to the wings
of a skylark
with tearmists
you dressed
my lawn
like christmas lights

I have never
felt christmas
in the rumbles
of a differentsighted
shack
where mother was a muslim
and father didn’t care
he sermon-ed and moaned
to drunk buddhas
he met while street escapades.

you bit
and held on to the wings
of icarus- a baby eyeless bat we named
when we were thirteen
and halve our height
which reached the elbow
of mother’s crystal ball
on the dwarf skinned shelf


she buries glitter snakes in it,
we found it
don’t tell the landlords

she buries pennies under mattresses,
we pirouetted pretense dance
don’t tell the bastard


now you suck
and hold on to the remains
of a bird
that could have been.

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  • Ryno
    November 26, 2008
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    I love this poem more everytime I read it.


  • wbiro gold member
    November 24, 2008

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    I sense youthful energy here... soon to be a genre in itself... (I'll have to create the sub-categories myself someday, I don't like the current ones...) so, thinking like a poet, speaking like a poet; today, you are a poet, tomorrow, who knows...

  • Woodstock
    November 23, 2008

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    wow

    I'm not going to correct any grammatical or w/e errors because this poem was well done regardless. Creepy in a slightly abstract way, and making me feel it before I fully understood it. Nice.

  • Ryno
    November 22, 2008

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    Bah. You know, your imagery always makes me drool. You just have a way of really making it powerful and show your emotions threw it.

    I loved the idea behind this piece, to be held down by those around and their own lives... the burden of being trapped, no wheres to go. I, I get it on my own personal level; as you have written it on yours.

    I love pieces that feel like.... feel like they are me, like they say the things that I never could.

    Fantastic.


  • Ryno
    November 13, 2008
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    feeling it!!!
    ~prewrites, come and get them


  • Randomly Beautiful
    November 2, 2008

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    esha you really are good. love the images and thoughts you conjure up.

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    October 29, 2008
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    I think dear Esha is in love.


  • parachute fog
    October 29, 2008
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    its one of your bests, ending was strong.


  • sailor ptolema
    October 29, 2008

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    oh ouch. love the icarus/bat bit . you are just so so good, esha .


  • notorious
    October 28, 2008
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    Tell me when it's done


  • sailor ptolema
    October 27, 2008
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    i wait with bated breath

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