No point in looking back
to years that have passed
Bits are blurry, perhaps to stop the worry
A chaotic place where time speeds up to go back
My lungs fill with aged air
I can't escape
Run barefoot into the street
Feel the wind and starlight burn
Just want to rip out of my skin
The anchor of home holds down my ship of dreams
Empty pockets, always mocking me
No change, every day planned out
Calendar blurrs into one long hour
Sedated to make it through another day
Beauty rotting in a see-through cage
Heart has no reason to sing
So will you steal a new one
Or keep mine in the notebooks you never read
If you'd open a book as eagerly as you open my legs
you'd learn all my secrets
I wonder then, what you'd think of me
Author notes
speaks for itself right???
Please tell me what you think
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I like how you write with an edge and your point is ever so subtle, yet outright deafening...Max
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thank you
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You did it again 'o mistress
of your craft!!!
I Love the metaphors--
Especially love the subtle
sarcasm....
I so miss reading you
so thank you for writing and sharing!
~Pastel
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Oh no's! line 18! XXD I do that all the time!!!
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wow...this was..powerful, to say the least.
I loved it, very much.
I'm speechless.
"Calendar blurrs into one long hour"
I love that line<3
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Yes, it does indeed speak for itself.
It is so well written, yet so sad because of the truthfulness of it.
i applause your skill and give you my deepest apologies.
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Depressing- Wonderful...
Its amazing how you make such sad words,
heartwrenching pain-
So, beautiful...
Poetry is so-
Artistic...
When it flows from you.
NMW.
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The pain is totally transparent you know, I can so relate to this poem and damn it I am not even a girl.
I like it, I like it so!
Sign of peace.
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Excellent
A rather intriguing write, indeed. You have expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done.
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OOch!
Different from what I'm used to. Seems a little angry. "Heart has no reason to sing" and that's sad.
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Wow! Feeling trapped, lifeless, loveless? Virtually every line gives an intense image, my favs being "Calendar blurs into one long hour," "Beauty rotting in a see-through cage," "If you'd open a book as eagerly as you open my legs" (that is GREAT!), and "I wonder then, what you'd think of me." I'm so glad I got to read this. Go, girl!
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