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Skin like flames, hot as garbage.
I think of you
and uncontrollable sadness
seems to turn the world
into a drowning illusion.
And,
We shouldn't have to be jealous
of the movie stars anymore. Nobody
died that day.
I think
of the old lady
who chased down a bus
dropped her eggs on the cement
and returned to find a bag full of shattered shell
and yellowing goo.
I think of the shattering
of the old television screens
breaking out like a rash of static.
I think of medicine and ointments,
the smearing creams, the cosmetics
like clay glaze or Van Gogh's
"emerald green"
I think of forests with broken egg shells
tossed like salads, the browning(upturned) roots
like a badly-burnt hash brown
and…!
I shouldn't have to be jealous anymore!
I'm sitting alone by my laptop
humming along
so quietly
I
may well be
the last letter in a mail carrier's bag.
Or just that rainbow
floating over the grassy world
all hung up
about seven colors.
I think of you
and uncontrollable sadness
seems to turn the world
into a drowning illusion.
And,
We shouldn't have to be jealous
of the movie stars anymore. Nobody
died that day.
I think
of the old lady
who chased down a bus
dropped her eggs on the cement
and returned to find a bag full of shattered shell
and yellowing goo.
I think of the shattering
of the old television screens
breaking out like a rash of static.
I think of medicine and ointments,
the smearing creams, the cosmetics
like clay glaze or Van Gogh's
"emerald green"
I think of forests with broken egg shells
tossed like salads, the browning(upturned) roots
like a badly-burnt hash brown
and…!
I shouldn't have to be jealous anymore!
I'm sitting alone by my laptop
humming along
so quietly
I
may well be
the last letter in a mail carrier's bag.
Or just that rainbow
floating over the grassy world
all hung up
about seven colors.
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
Understanding
I always said
that you had to show-
not tell me.
Because sometimes,
I don't understand.
Like when you met her,
You told me you fell in love.
I had to ask why
because sometimes
I don't understand.
But then you showed me:
i. How her smile makes knees tremble
ii. How her humour makes you laugh
iii. How her eyes pull you in
Then, I understood.
Now I'm one step closer
to being able to write
about somebody you love
with justice.
Making the words into a being.
Rather than a snippet of a Sunday morning
drabbling with no purpose, story or life
other than being something
which you sell on to make
money before the ink is even
dry.
Literature
Deer
You came back in the fall
and I told you you could go —
already almost gone
like the deer I came upon one day,
slow breathing beside me
before it leaped. You stayed
and stayed and now the air
is crisp with lack of you.
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After reading "tourist" by , I am reminded of all the things I do wrong in poetry and all the things I do right in nothing. And 's "Lay Bridge" always finds its way into my head while I think of this and I end up recycling 's "Drowning in Reverse"'s title into this piece making it not really mine at all and...
I think too hard sometimes and sometimes recycling thoughts is all that I end up doing.
Oh well, feedback is welcome.
I think too hard sometimes and sometimes recycling thoughts is all that I end up doing.
Oh well, feedback is welcome.
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I really like the line: We shouldn't have to be jealous/ of the movie stars anymore. I'm not entirely sure why, I just like it a lot. I love the last stanza too, but that could just be because I like rainbows.
As always you've produced a piece of poetry that's full of some really interesting and original imagery. It was a lot of fun to read. Great work!
As always you've produced a piece of poetry that's full of some really interesting and original imagery. It was a lot of fun to read. Great work!