Open Poetry #6 |
slow fiz |
Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
Caught trapped by a hook meant for a fish taking the bait kept so fresh feeling so clean gutted so fast in a dark place simply mistaken for the house on the hill rose bushes surround my heart for you a whisper of tales told only by him mistaken all over again and again this humors the papers that line my desk with comics and pictures of long lost friends A piercing feeling pokes my hand to find the ring where it all began to fizzle and fade like hot coca cola a bad hot day in the middle of Florida I take only the torture that awaits for me and my heart will soon stop beat the beat that pounds within my chest and makes life worth living and fights off death for whatever reason I brought myself here to finally face my worse fear the day so long and bittersweet loosing a friend to an enemy the one that disguised all the hate that lies in his heart and puts out my flame Blue Moon |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Christina~ Quite a piece. Vivid portrayal. Enjoyed. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
Thanks Marge! I try...lol Chris Blue Moon |
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