it twists and coils
while everything
in me
stretches and
yawns
floating like smoke and
irrelevence
hesitating
on the brink of
paralysing nostalgia
disturbed by
the hole in
the floor
a thousand feet above
the sticking of a
memory
and then the
step
and the
drop
and i've been here
forever
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This write makes me picture a massive hurricane, spinning in its natural rage, amidst an endless expanse of clouds, and its gapping eye gazing out to space like an angered cyclops starring at the universe as to say "What?!".
Not unlike the vile thoughts and feelings that roam about the spirit in the passive carapace of bitter, dejected flesh overly scathed by the world.
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my decoder ring says "drink more Ovaltine."
and it also says "this poem is good for you, drink it up fucker."
I like that.
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not only did i love the title the poem itself was beautifully crafted esp. the way you framed everything so nicely, the images and the vocabulary were excellent! <3
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