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there's a box with all the answers
overflowing from its cardboard sides
labeled "No more questions."
in thick, black Sharpie.
And under my bed
sits a box with all my sins...
forest green jealousy
clay red anger
and magenta infidelities
all molded into crayons
that sketch pictures
of butterflies turned to monsters.
And on the high shelf in your closet,
is a box of all your excuses; dusted and worn
each sugar-coated word
and lie-laden sentence
sit in neat piles
your next failed relationship to run its course;
for your fingers to dial for my voice once again.
sits a box with all the answers
high on a mountain
everything that went wrong.
| I have these boxes too... of answers, sins and excuses all stashed away for no-one to see but me. |
You make this very vivid and sharp(ie)-like... such melancholy.
A beautifully concise piece.
|| Posted on 2007-03-23 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ] || I absolutly loved this! It started with something simple, a box, and you molded it beautifully. I really enjoyed the way you used the colors and how it started and ended on the same vibe. ||| Posted on 2007-03-18 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] || great write awsome read. thanks for the comment. i hope to read more by you soon. keep posting....|
|| Posted on 2007-02-07 00:00:00 | by ladiesplanet1 | [ Reply to This ] |