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Winter

Oh I could be Anything
                          Everything
Shut up, sit down, and let me sing.
                  Full circles [mid-winter]
              the longest night is closer past than ahead.
Give me just...
              What???
Repentance? Sentiment?
        grammatical clarity and a structured sentence?
I havent got it for you
            nor would simple words do
                            even the brightest surely fail

I am done reading mail.

                      Past heart, present love, pretty little pedigree
              be longer winded sweet-thing
                            just a bit more arrogantly ugly.

Span out the space between
    we know you wont hide the hard places
              --face frailty--
                    Fuck fighting,
                let us embrace your disbelief.

Magic mindless moments
            telling me this is life
        dont you dare doubt
    you may not, must not
  or simply wont live without

            Your fault finding
                    fester ((better)) philosophy
        leaves only room for errors
 
Two raptors                                            in a spiral.
                        |Locked in for /death
Help me
Hurt me
spare my life
or i could \Save my breath

                        I dont know what im perserving
carrying negative weight up a steep hill.
  No one has answers here.
I cant see big pictures, or the future is just frightening-
but here- there is not meshing of wills
we stand on the top of empty bleachers
ill never know what you want
but im begging for the lightning.                                 

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Comments

  • Aweee bug.

    Sad sad.
    Its really good.
    Made my skin really hot...
    Dunno why.
    I love you. =]


  • morganaxash
    January 2

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    I miss you. I miss being able to read what you write and try to look into it, often putting meaning where there is none, not enough emphasis into what you're thinking, but rather just gaining a stronger feeling for what I'm thinking. I've met plenty of people in the past few months, but it is always impossible to find people I can compare to the ones I prefer confide in. But anyway...

    I like this one. There are a couple spots that just strike me as ironic, like "Full circles [mid-winter]" and "arrogantly ugly". As per usual, I only vaguely understand what the poem is about; you're always so foggy. I know this is a silly thing to think, but is the mail real or figurative? You don't have to answer that. It would just slightly flip the scenario in my head, that's all.