adrift
300 days
or what seems
an eternity
cracks like
day old pastries
bleed the sky;
luminescence
she falls forever
and cannot catch
a break
her cubicle
was her grave
as she begins to wake
Newport harbor
only miles away
black lungs greeted
with cheap death
carried to shore
by the promise of
a better life
she falls forever
and cannot catch
a break
her cubicle
was her grave
as she begins to wake
Drone;
she looks at rainbows
through robotic
eyes
a dead hum
through assisted
breath.
she falls forever
and cannot catch
a break
her cubicle
was her grave
as she begins to wake
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Revived
hope comes
in different
colors.
Butterflies that only
fly close to shore
lead her home
with wings
like night.
and she
can't help but
notice
how beautiful the
garbage on the
beach looks.
like treasures;
her treasures
like breadcrumbs
to finally guide her home.
Please tell me what you think
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Some how I knew Newport Harbor was a refrence to the cigarette. Great write.
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Hey I read this poem and thought it was pretty awesome. I loved the chorus in this song. I thought it was really just amazing. I've had writers block for months and months now but this just awoke something in me which I'm not sure what it was but it awesome. Great job! BTW, could I impose as to ask you what this was about?
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Like most of my writing, it's a culmination of the people and experiences i've had in my life, so it's not really about any particular person or thing.
This particular poem has aloe going on, and like most of my writing i use a alot ocean and sea imagery and wording, mainly because it's what has always struck a chord with me, it always seemed so desperate but so free.
The other big thing going on is the allusions to smoking and lung cancer. The reference to Newport harbor is actually a reference to Newport Cigarettes which was my mom's favorite brand when i was a kid.
The other allusion is hat of the cubicle and office work, I chalk that one up to me having recently watched the office, but again there's a sense of desperation there as well like being trapped in something you can't get out of.
The final part is pretty simple just expressing finally being free, from work from whatever, and making your way home.
thanks for reading.
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Ya know, even though your stubborn ass refuses to finish my song, you wrote of me in a few aspects
i loved this, you keep getting better and better hun. it was sha weet
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and she
can't help but
notice
how beautiful the
garbage on the
beach looks.
like treasures;
her treasures
like breadcrumbs
to finally guide her home.
I love it Joe.
you need to keep writing poetry.
I miss it.
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