I have filled myself to the brim with syllables.
Constructed poems out of sparse emotion,
grasped for something to fill the gaps.
My taxidermist hands, tapped, tapped, tapped
and here I thought there was nothing.
No space between words in which I could exist.
My feelings were plagiarised,
colours water washed into oblivion.
But you, that striking red that won't fade,
grips and sucks
the marrow of my bones
and I am grateful, to have those teeth run across me.
To be devoured in countless ways.
I would suffer those little deaths
I would suffer to feel.















Comments
and written in a lovely way
to me, its like it can mean many things to different people
and i like that thought..
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I'll pretend that this is real ~
In your poem you seem to say we would rather feel pain than sink unnoticed into oblivion.
I think there is truth to both and your poem
There is also an air of fatigue at the act of creation
It paints a picture of a jaded artist unsatisfied by their own work, welcoming a painful muse.
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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
P.S. I look forward to reading more of your work. Keep it up!
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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"Mondays may be fundays, but Tuesdays are meandyousdays. ;D" ~HybridSmiley
The other days of the week... well they're a secret between us.
Girlscout gone wild!!!
I like it.
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I am LOVED by God and so are you.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature
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Rather than asking Who am I? we
might ask, In how many ways can I be myself? Rather
than asking What is my place in the world? the
question might be better put, In how many ways can I
experience a sense of belonging to the world?
I will ponder this again and again.. as I have read this many times since you've put it up and shared it with the world..
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One piece of his heart for every tear she granted..
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