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