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    dots Submission Name: a stroke of the heartdots
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    Author: jeniecel
    ASL Info:    28/f/philippines
    Elite Ratio:    3.22 - 313/373/169
    Words: 122
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    every time I hear his voice,
    I have to ground
    on a stripped rock,
    clotted against its plea.
    I can almost see here,
    the patterns of his fingertips,
    pointing at the accusing moon.

    the flaccid changes,
    of refurnished hearts,
    parts of old lives,
    patched to his eyes.
    I waited half my life,

    for this.

    but nights cut between us,
    after us, even upon itself.
    after the glow, the narratives,
    comes a blank page,
    that could sing his songs.
    And might justify why,
    every time I hear his voice,

    every time,

    I have to ground
    on a stripped rock.
    And drown
    down,
    with my bleached skull.











    Submitted on 2012-10-15 01:39:50     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is like I love it more (than too much ice cream)
    I get a brain freeze because
    I just want to read it so fast over and over.

    every time I hear his voice,
    I have to ground
    on a stripped rock,
    clotted against its plea.
    I can almost see-hear,
    the patterns of his fingertips,
    pointing at the accusing moon.

    the flaccid changes
    of refurnished hearts
    parts of old lives,
    patched to his eyes.
    I waited half my life,

    for this.

    but night cuts between us,
    after us, even upon itself
    after the glow, the narratives
    comes a blank page,
    that could sing his songs.
    And might justify why,
    every time I hear his voice

    every time,

    I have to ground
    on a stripped rock.
    And drown
    down,
    with my bleached skull.

    | Posted on 2012-10-15 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
      lines two through four lose me a bit as far as meaning, but they have a good sound.

    the entire piece is ground with feeling...and it would be a joy for whoever is the subject of this piece to read.

    "drown/ down/ with my bleached skull"

    i really like that image.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2012-10-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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