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Let me repeat myself, into the lining of my bed that throws off slumber - my time in spasms out of its own intent. Let me repeat myself into The early hours, their silver Threads tied snuggly to The bedposts – a dreamcather Poured out. This censored tightness I roll off : wicks are burning behind the eyelids ever so -- draw out the palm, will you, and snuff them out -- |
this write seems like some poetry I dont understand, I like it tho cause it has me reading it over and over trying to figure out whats on your mind what your writeing about, good job on the thoughts, sometimes I try my best to write thoughts that dont make no sense lol, I think poetry is a life of emoion and were all captured by it theinforment | Posted on 2013-02-04 00:00:00 | by theinforment | [ Reply to This ] | I think you meant dream catcher in the second stanza fourth line. Other than that typo it was a very strong and well written poem. It has emotion, detail and welcomes the senses so overall this is really well done. | | Posted on 2013-01-26 00:00:00 | by ElspethRoseWolf | [ Reply to This ] | |