Open Poetry #42 |
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Turning Naked |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The world doesn’t seem any closer Seemingly father, distant, darker With my thoughts followed around The back of my room’s décor The back of the heads that cry The points of youth where Naivety was where the mornings rode With the high scale breaths Of the pancakes wet chests, With the mind still Sitting to a world with reason, With a joy that numbed me But secured me, assured me There was a peace among cemeteries, A peace with the crows that hovered, But as I sit, more manipulated, The world more frozen, my hands creased older, The peace now brides to shadows of suicides, The graves seemingly grayer, Where past generations of mass murders Now stare louder, stare inside me, Walk beside me, so now, I look outside me. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Tomer, There is a lot of good thinking in this poem. Stay naked, there is nothing wrong with naked. Bobby |
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starpower Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 82Utah |
hey tomer, that was a nice poem You can send me an email, |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the read guys, take care. Tomer |
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