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Vanish Into Nightly Air

Author: Reckoner
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Anger draws out a sunrisen kiss, the focus is blinded by mistakes...the arms in turn draws in the freezing wind, cold skin lingers and focuses on the choices left outside the licking flames of a charred wooden house

Vanish Into Nightly Air

The moon glitters upon the new discovery
let it pass through you
taste it as you avoid the drink
as you compensate
for those things you forgot to do again

lean in my gaurdian
and don't hesitate to shudder
when you feel your vision begin to weaken

if I listen closely enough the danger might hear it too
I must draw up a bath for this pretty caution flag
even out the wrinkles as I do
and I must not forget how to mint the open lids
or the water will repeat that stupid little dance again

lean in my gaurdian
you never drowned as sweetly in your life
or kicked at the porcelain harder than this

a gutted punch bowl is what I never wanted to be
I was once a bellyful of contaminated sweetness
staring intently at a lighted match
but then it was emptied right before I could begin
just before the flames could tear my identity apart again

lean in my gaurdian
can you swim like the red bubbles do
that is if the flames haven't already taken you

I wish someone could surmount this silence
filter the moonlight somewhat or just cover it up
and stare this dying image right in the eye for once
tell it to find another way to cease all movement
and vanish like the standard subsequent thought again

Submitted on 2006-12-30 17:48:12     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  the first bit you sound annoyed, angry and frustrated with yourself...but towards the end...particularily the last stanza it's more an agression towards the situation. it's a beautifully brilliant poem(yeah, again i say brilliant because again i have no words) I'm not so pissed that I cant admit your intelligence. I loved this...I love you....just, well, you know. Still cant tell how you felt about my poem...those words seemed a bit hollow...probably because of what is going on at the moment....but still. well done.

a smaller, defeated, me
| Posted on 2006-12-30 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ]

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