One fragment of the sorrowful drifter sands
Won't explain the clouds' hatred for the stars,
Or their understanding for your cruel dismissal
Of all philosophy of communicative design.
Why the ruler's welt when you can scar their petty thoughts?
Why the bleeding tongue when you can define my bitter existence?
Dicipher logic for the brick walls of insanity,
Offering me a smoke like "fuck all, sleep on".
Floating into endless depths of the thickest air I've tasted,
Twitching one remnant of mechanised naturallity,
Just to remind myself that my soul still does it's job,
I will stare into a pool of reflective, twisted shades of everything,
Concluding that I am better left untouched.
This body's made for drifting, and the water is cold.
Freeze my final initiative for the will I cannot repair,
And wash away the tinder stacked to seal my blatent faults.
Eyelids nailed to the surface of my bindings,
I won't sleep until it's impossible to dream.
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"Eyelids nailed to the surface of my bindings,
I won't sleep until it's impossible to dream."
damn... it's been awhile sense I've been on..but now I'm back.. and you never cease to knock me off my feet with your words... damn... I'm there with you in your soul.. you put so much into this and I got that.
damn... I love the way you write.
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This is truly amazing!
this poem is so... is so... POWERFUL!
Definitely my favorite of your writings.
The last two lines were my favorite!
Wonderful poem! =]
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Thank you much. Why can't I rate this comment... I like to give out stars... Now I am sad. What has AP come to?...
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