Teen Poetry #7 |
he stood in the art |
Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
there is a place. it is not here. Like an old man in the middle of his art he walked. He found the most unlikely places. I could only think how I like your morning conversations. he seemed a bit lost. I told him who I was and his mouth became a little crocked. but I didn't want to fix it. He picked bugs out of the air and off my shirt. He said I could go barefoot and I told him that was more my type of thing. I twirl better here. even the cemeteries looked pretty and I wasn't even sad. Though the stone be cold the house is white, and the floor boards creek with life. We say things to convey were not from around here. but what could they know. and what could we possibly say. in a moment so lush, in a dress so old. in a smile so off. I like how your shirt wrinkles, and your nose. I don't even wish to straighten your misshappened view on me. |
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electricxheart Member
since 2004-09-05
Posts 184far away from home. |
Wow. You make me speechless and give me shivers all at the same time. -Kelly You play the song I know. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I enjoyed this very much... |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I'm closing this one as you have this posted in open under the title, a man within his art . It's still a double post even if the title is different |
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