if you counted each second
silent, as it passed;
the numbers grow numb
on your tongue;
teeming endless.
but we watch hours,
days,
& longer-
letting awareness
flop & fumble
on deader levels,
lingering with little
appreciation.
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A contest entry
- a birthday contest for sidereal! by heavenbird.
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Tis the aimless thoughts of the undead creature that roams the earth, ever in its intangible form seeking the abandoned sense of what it was like to "feel".
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You know, I've been reading your last few poems on here and they seemed a little different.
But thinking about it, I think I've figured out what it is. You're playing with words. You're not using them, your just screwing around with them for their sounds.
You're just like a guy, it's all about looks for you, isn't it? :
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