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I am more a storyteller and less a narrator.
Unfolding the map of you, I spread it across my floorboards.
The polaroid corners are worn and no longer sharp.
Its colors have faded and bled to the borders.
- What is an edge, but an entrance to somewhere we'd rather be.
I'm tracing our backroad route,
Remembering the speed limit I gave you to break.
My thumb falters around each curve.
- Post card worthy pictures flash-flood my memory.
Regret seeps in through my fingertips.
I hear it fluttering in my tendons.
You're watching me and you know I know that.
- Happiness is a place between You and Then and I can't get there from here.
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my lighthouse is broken
my chest heaves in and out
faces scattered among perennials
the butterflies torment my insides
concocting a bloody mess
i lose control of my mind, a zombie
searching for flesh and love and flesh
if you could touch me, caress me, even just hold me
i could be satisfied of my hunger
though the best option would be eternity
don't drag me along a barren trail
arms tied together and attached to a wagon with frayed rope
feelings can only be harbored, never trusted
and i am one who cannot handle disappointment
especially when you bring my hopes up so high.
i want you, need you, crave you
i. you breathe fog onto my mirror
and i can't h
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Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
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while reading poetry
you read this poem upside down
on your bed, blankets curled
on the floor like a sad dog.
you hope the new perspective
will provide new understanding.
stop that.
stop trying to understand.
you are reading this poem by the edge
of the ocean and the birds circle over
your head like a feathery halo.
your heart pumps to the beat
of the waves which no longer crash
but whisper.
you try to catch what they are saying,
only catch sea foam in your hair,
and sand between your teeth.
stop that.
stop thinking that everything in this world
is here to teach you something.
sometimes things exist just to be.
try it sometime,
maybe afte
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a song i haven't listened to in quite a while made me cry today. i think forgetting would hurt more than remembering though. maybe. [let's hope]
my sincere thanks to everyone who reads this piece of me.
my sincere thanks to everyone who reads this piece of me.
© 2010 - 2024 londonrey
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI haven't done a critique before but because this piece deserves it, I shall attempt to.
The first, bolded, line tells a lot about the writer. I've always admired "story tellers" and it leaves room for creativity which is exactly what you allowed to flow through this.
The italicized portions are like side notes or "by-the-way" reminders to the readers which adds a nice touch.
To the body of this piece, I adore every single line.
Polaroid corners aren't in my usual deviation messages. And the way you described the colors to fade and bleed to the corners is an image that I could see right before my eyes.
Regret seeps in through my fingertips.
I hear it fluttering in my tendons
I can feel that too.
This is probably one of your simplest pieces. But I find that people who can make simple sound just as beautiful as their deeper and more worded poems are very talented.
And you are very talented. Beautiful piece. Pure and surreal. I also love that the title takes me to a place where these thoughts would probably exist. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/h…" width="15" height="13" alt="
" title="Heart"/>Adore. [i hope this came out ok :/]