Whispered, wounded diction
Falls from broken hands
Forming a weak juxtaposition
Of things vocabulary can't comprehend.
Facing impossibility
With all the rationality of our dead saviors,
We slip into this narcotic dream
While the real world remains our secret.
In a barrage of shooting stars,
I can't help but wonder:
"Which one's carrying my fast-forward button?"
Because tomorrow's always too slow.
Author notes
Written for someone important.
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I really like your (un)common phrasings. Your wording is refreshing and complex. I can't think of anything to correct, I do have something to say though. Sorry in advance if I offend. This entire piece is extremely strong how ever the line
" We slip into this narcotic dream" bothers me, for no reason in particular it just seems out of place in the strength of the rest of it. Again, apologies if I offended.
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Wow, that's so true. Sometimes things can get slow when you wish them to be fast....
I enjoyed this piece.
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Awesome
Like usual. Sorry crazy life. Haven't been on much.
You could always text meeee
Anyway, beautiful write. Very emotional. I likes. Must be a very special girl for a very special B'jot. -
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In his case, special is an understatement.
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nice
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I really liked this poem
It offers your reader food for thought
fast forward button.. I really think that is great
and yes a great write indeed hun
best wishes
Julie
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