Teen Poetry #9 |
when you're not here. . |
flyinwiild New Member
since 2009-10-07
Posts 9 |
distance molds a perfect ache ipatience plays a painful game. . a burning heart, and stinging eyes echoed ticking slows the time a coldness overtakes the night this bitter air steals the life 'i need you' choked out intact collides with silence, a fatal crash :: lets all pack up and move this year. . we'll slip the lirs, and disappear. :: |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
I love this absolutely. This kind of writing is like a rhythmic chant. Only, the rhythm gets a little cut up in the second stanza but otherwise it's sublime. I enjoyed the story. ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!" |
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