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a mastered shade of blue
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a mastered shade of blue |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I'm beating the corners, butchering my words. cutting at the lisense of smiles. all to say, I am inhuman, but not immune. they say I'm unfeeling, yet I am your muse. I can see, the spark, diffuse. I can see where your hand moves to. I am in a sea sick, homesick bundle. Curling in a blanket, holding up the flash light, to slash the words across the page. I sit in my cookie cutter life. A perfectly residential town. The moths do gather, at the proper hour, for a festering upon the light. Hide the stars, these street lamps, hold success. Stealing the center. out of my happiness, with such minimal effort. and I recognize the percentage of my strength to be a familiar low. The shade of blue I have mastered seems to be an art. A color like none you will see... a color you will not study, or observe in your hand, for I have left your grasp. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
I loved. I always like your poems. Especially the moths part. Great write. "Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian |
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