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here with you
isn't the same anymore
silence and cracked smiles
brush along the wall where we lay
an addiction to sawdust and dirty habits
born in may.
you used to be different
you used to smile more
now you only smile when you imagine me
with some rope hanging from up there
yet i still dont leave
your hands remind me of summer.
birds spoke to me, more then you did
and i understood them more then you
as they were always free just like my heart
but in cages they got used to the rough hands
and tears of suitors
that wore down on our self esteem.
here with you
isn't the same, not anymore
with our broken cement floor
we just laugh at the ants that look for freedom
and only find us to dismember them
piece by piece, just like you did my heart.
isn't the same anymore
silence and cracked smiles
brush along the wall where we lay
an addiction to sawdust and dirty habits
born in may.
you used to be different
you used to smile more
now you only smile when you imagine me
with some rope hanging from up there
yet i still dont leave
your hands remind me of summer.
birds spoke to me, more then you did
and i understood them more then you
as they were always free just like my heart
but in cages they got used to the rough hands
and tears of suitors
that wore down on our self esteem.
here with you
isn't the same, not anymore
with our broken cement floor
we just laugh at the ants that look for freedom
and only find us to dismember them
piece by piece, just like you did my heart.
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Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
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Digging
Miriam always looked worse in hotel mirrors. There was something about the lighting in these places. Maybe it was the drying effect of the unfamiliar water or the biological washing powder on the sheets and towels. Maybe it was the aging effect of a full English breakfast every morning, clogging her arteries and colon, writ large across her pores.
Whatever the cause, a pallid, dry, wrinkle-faced hag with frizzy greying hair watched Miriam brush her teeth.
It was 6am according to her elderly Nokia. The wall clock in her room wasn’t working. She wasn’t sure what year it had stopped at roughly quarter past three, but the hands
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Liquid esteem
Liquid gold and silver swirling around each other from inside a diamond syringe, pointed at the inner crook of my elbow. I press down on the plunger, touching the constantly mixing potion with a worthless rubicund drip of blood as the needle presses in. The diamond pumps with hope, vigor, promises of okay-NOW-we're-going-somewhere, it'll-work-this-time, and I can only trust its words to hold fast for me. For the five minutes after injection, my skin and hair and eyes glow, alongside sudden bursts of "Oh my god I mean something" "I'm not worthless" "Fuck maybes, I know I can do this" "You know what, I'm gonna wear the best damn dress I own and
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how we dismember...
at least i remembered what you did
so long ago to me
and how i still want to come back
for more.
at least i remembered what you did
so long ago to me
and how i still want to come back
for more.
© 2002 - 2024 sanguru
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powerful writing, I can feel alot of pain in this poem.
Good to see you havent stopped writing, your words are art.
Good to see you havent stopped writing, your words are art.