Dark Poetry #4 |
do you still pride yourself on being unpredictable. |
Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I'm the kind of person who leaves notes on others cars rather then wait around. empty school buses where are the children. they do not exist. empty coffee shops where are the addicts. sleeping in. I don't know you anymore. You're entirely selfish. A note flapping under your windshield wiper. these white flowers with yellow centers look like fried eggs. burning in the sun. we are declared healthy but cough incessantly. in the back of my throat there's a constant itch... from all the things I no longer say. It is so easy for you to walk all over me I just pick up my bones throw them in my bag and become my shadow, long and unattentive by nature. I'll slip straight through you. Don't play the songs written under my name, its entirely useless now darling. |
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vampiana Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 296Nothing and Nowhere |
wow.. i loved that. that was just so awesome. very very very good write I am a wilted black rose. Searching for cracks of sunlight, to nurture me. And to help me grow. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
thank you. I'm glad you thought so! |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
where are the addicts. I believe your making me one, incredible as always , take care New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
this is just - it just blew my mind, I adore it. |
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