a head could surely implode
over that which comes too late
between tears and blueprints
pulled from back pockets
‘I still love you’ hung in the air,
bobbled headless,
meaningless and m.e.a.n.
[verb and vowel knit in variables of violet]
those words haunt to this day -
how they trickled from wet lips
to land as lumps on dusty bedposts -
will be forever framed in purple pallor
one of those times when empty
made too much noise
and hollow
left no room to breathe
and I peeled myself away
yet, when nights turn long and lonely
the question will not rest...
did he really mean it?
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wow this is beautiful
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I envie that V-alliteration line
damn you for inventing it 
I'm jealous with that peeling yourself away line as well
damn you again for that
Here, let me give you some clappy mister dudes to make up with the two damnations I send into your direction
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This is a beautifully woven piece of poetry.. Ive read something from you after a while, and I really enjoyed. you have this talent of creating an "atmosphere" in your poem, you make the reader "Feel"
Loved it. Keep writing
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It would seem that "empty" was not empty, and "hollow" was not hollow, else there would be no poem here. Gripping...a very good write. I don't get the verb and vowel reference though, but then at times I'm quite illiterate...I had to look up "pallor." That was fantastic - purple - of royalty, and pallor, pale...something of loss. I hated reading this one, which means it is fabulous in delivery...unfortunately. So, I guess I'm trying to say, I'm sorry you felt the emotion that caused the poem, but you expressed it flawlessly? Ok, I'm just gonna go now...
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Wow... There are no words for this. I love it.
♣ Tegan -
Such a great title, it's thought provoking all by itself, love it. The first two lines are strong, they make a statement with impact. Especially liked " verb and vowel knit in variables of violet" and "one of those times when empty made to much noise" hot diggety dog girl, love how you separated the yolk from the albumen and painted that opaque gloopiness in the moments of questioning when what one wished to hear was heard too late, I relate to this. Kudos.
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