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i never knew i would be the one to carry your stories
down your face, past your neck, till i hit the floor.
down your face, past your neck, till i hit the floor.
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chasing a breeze.
you are reminiscent of wind.
silent, maybe a ghost
until you're screaming
through the cracks. i am silent
as the weight of you breaks me, like
a power line that's lost its magic.
you were always hard to handle,
almost impossible
to contain, we have more chance
of catching a breeze
than tying you down.
i jumped, parachute in hand, and
watched the colors of the world
fall with me, spinning and diving.
i prayed for you to fill my parachute
and keep me from crashing,
but you never did.
the colours blended
into one shade of red
as i hurtled to oblivion
and you chose just
the right moment
to be silent.
i'm left empty,
holl
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with:outstriin.gsatt:ache:d.
i've forgotten
how to
t y p e i n b a
s i c e n g l i
s h.
aand so i'll just throw
out these pointless
words and
see if any
one
c a res enough
to try to
try to see them as
we want to be seen.
perfectly.
=
but we'
re not
p e r /
fect. so we' l l
keep pretending and
keep dreaming and
let's please
keep believing.
=
everything's
gonna be alright, i know
i've been saying this for
years but
i
s.w.e.a.r. one day
it won't be a lie.
[it might only be a halftruth.]
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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i...don't know. what this is. i'm losing my touch.
it's in the perspective of a teardrop, just in case my abilities weren't enough to get the point across. >.<
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: how deep is the level of impact that one gets from the sentence? how else am i able to increase it without extending the length?
it's in the perspective of a teardrop, just in case my abilities weren't enough to get the point across. >.<
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maybe if you write it in a cascading, tear-like setup.. visually making the poem look like the path of a tear, or such.. forget the word for it.
i like how the "tear" doesn't have a response to its fate, it's just matter-of-factly like "oh, well, THIS was my destiny, who knew.." maybe because it can't change anything so why bother rebelling or being sad or happy about its path?
i like how the "tear" doesn't have a response to its fate, it's just matter-of-factly like "oh, well, THIS was my destiny, who knew.." maybe because it can't change anything so why bother rebelling or being sad or happy about its path?