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just words

poetry

the word teases tongues with feelings of understanding &
being understood.

yet...weak by week, speaking in unflattering hues,
i stand naked in the essence of verbal perfume...
so loud i am unseen, unheard, unwanted.

...


a cloud of thought
permeates

opens up & drizzles
ideas
into the bottomless-ness of

my silence.

i am guilty of innocence.
riddle-crippled with ability-
my crime is having sense.

everyday, i swallow
until everything i taste
is me
and i taste me
swallowing
myself.

wow.

so full of myself,

but
stick my palm
down my throat
grab a note-
book

purge...

hoping for poetry.

i hurt so much
it hurts.

&

life shifts in my belly
empty and yelling

give birth to Me!
stop writing about you
what you feel
and feel what you
are...
unwritten.

half-lit eyes.
half-wit smile.
lucky, girl, alive

simple.
.






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  • bw43
    July 30

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    i loved this. it's hauntingly beautiful. sad. :-( such a familiar feel to it... i guess that is why i loved it. cuz it is something i feel i can sometimes relate to. its like the feeling of giong nuts inside yourself.


  • wattle silver member
    June 13

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    Ms Renee, as always to write with feeling and panache and tease my small brain with the magic that is you. --- Thank you

  • abu nuwas
    June 10

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    Too Wildean!

    Oscar was the master of contradicting paradox, and after a little practice, it becomes irritatingly second-nature: The only true apple is a pear, The finest English gentleman is an Irish gentleman, The most delicate shade of white is black; and so on.

    I think the writer has a touch of this sickness, one of the symptoms of which is, that one cannot bring oneself to desist from uttering some well-rounded pithy phrase, and even less to edit once uttered and written. Yet, withal, there were so many bits and pieces that could have been strung or woven into another poem or poems....


  • Peteskid gold member
    June 9

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    ahh...see I have missed this; how can one be a center stage and not be the center of the stage, you have this ability to make readers see what is said rather than who said it...even when speaking of self... remarkable...PK


  • weak by week I think
    no need for a forced forceps you know?
    same with bottomless-ness

    I think it's expressive enough without the overusal of special effects

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