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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
A second grade bullet hit us both and we've been trying to mend the internal seams which have busted apart. Needle work fingers create a dominating square, turned around in the sting from the metal air. We stand on our heads to figure the lettering. Suggested times and mesurements. How long have they been sneaking in under the door to bathe in the florescent lighting? Read the story backwards and you will lose a little more common sense with every counterfeit dollar you spend. How long have you been out of town sharing in the rituals held there in the glittered water? Too long and the girl is tired. Come hold the hands of the weary old. A simple task when you wear a crown of your size. And there's tinsel in your eyes, dear god how it makes you shine. I hold my mirror and try to reflect it onto my skin but I burn. I just burn up on these middle week porch visits. Oh how my feet do hang from this porch swing and my hair is disheveled when you give me nothing but a broken tooth and a scenic puzzle to complete. The grass does grow over my mouth as the light has made the flowers sprout backward. Our inverted beauty. An invasive garden in a dark body. We could survive forever here. And the well mannered shake their heads as we shake with dirty hands. The pink blasphemy is merely a joke to someone with a crown of your size. [This message has been edited by Lexy (03-16-2005 07:11 PM).] |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
As always , i remain truly impressed with your descriptive skills, enjoyed everything about this especially : "The grass does grow over my mouth as the light has made the flowers sprout backward. Our inverted beauty. An invasive garden in a dark body. We could survive forever here. And the well mannered shake their heads as we shake with dirty hands." New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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fearing-laughter Senior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 605land of cheese (Wisconsin) |
hey, i honestly only vaguely understand this, but i still love how you write. it doesn't seem like this would all fit, but it does. i hope that made sense...anyway, i like it. bergundy At least we're still friends! At least we're still alive!--Alkaline Trio |
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electricxheart Member
since 2004-09-05
Posts 184far away from home. |
I tried piecing it together but came up negative. And that's a good thing. Sometimes it's best when only the writer understands what she's writing about. In any case, I can't get enough of your poetry. It's simply amazing. -Kelly |
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