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Coffee stained pages with lipstick smuges written with a broken piece of tarred black charcol eyes set on perfecting something that can't be perfected sour smell of the breath after just waking up more sour than the night before smile so fake, yet even we can't tell it paints a picture of words unheard wordsthat were uttereing softly from those lips the eyes old and tired losing the once burning fire those smiling lips slowly frowing upon the page in a notebook... the life of a spur of the moment poet trying hard to meet a deadline once true to words is so unfulfilled. |
i like the detail the way you descire everything puts me right with you i love how you take something from its high point and make it fade down to its lowest point exposing its true side nice poem keep writing i'd love to read more| Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by Scary-shorty | [ Reply to This ] | this is a really powerful poem! you say in so many ways "writing for writings sake" but dont actually say it. Its one of those true gifts of poetry writing, that you dont see every day! | You have a real tallent, but try not to write poems on the things that you are comfortable "think outside the box" | Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by bambi144 | [ Reply to This ] | |