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It was one of those days
where the clouds were
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by southern winds.
The sun was a golden eye,
belonging maybe to God who sees all,
or Apollo who was incandescent.
"I hate clouds."
you told me,
as a cumulonimbus eclipsed the sun
and plunged us in a momentary shadow,
hiding us from God.
"Why?" I asked and you
closed your eyes,
seemingly waiting for the clouds to dissipate
like divine smoke.
"Because," you said "They're like white vultures,
ghosts made of the Devil's cotton
stalking us,
waiting for us to
die."
where the clouds were
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by southern winds.
The sun was a golden eye,
belonging maybe to God who sees all,
or Apollo who was incandescent.
"I hate clouds."
you told me,
as a cumulonimbus eclipsed the sun
and plunged us in a momentary shadow,
hiding us from God.
"Why?" I asked and you
closed your eyes,
seemingly waiting for the clouds to dissipate
like divine smoke.
"Because," you said "They're like white vultures,
ghosts made of the Devil's cotton
stalking us,
waiting for us to
die."
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Time passes and I still end up saying your name, when I told myself I wouldn’t let it slip out of my lips.
Memories are still clear as ever, painfully so, although they’re starting to merge into one colossal dream that managed to become a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
I wonder if you wonder, the way I wonder.
I wonder if this is just a writers mind.
Lost, confused, scared, hurt, sad, lament, pain, excuses, replaying, broken, worthless.
–– These are just some of the words that come to mind, when I think of our final chapter. They taste rancid in my mouth, and I spit them out on days I remember our story.
Your f
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he saved me
, but he killed me.
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i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your
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A Love I Can't Escape
For you I bathe
in horribly wonderful decadence
that envelops me
crushing and choking me
beneath my own ambiguity
and inhibitions,
I haven't the heart
to hold to the utter
selfishness
which I've come to feel for you
and it fears its own inability
to encompass such disgusting purity.
I want you
more than I'm willing to understand
and more than I'm willing to accept
however it,
you,
still call to me
with such horrifying allure
that I can't help but approach
the cliff which I'm sure
will be my downfall
however perhaps if I gained you
in the fall
I might not mind.
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The poem seems a bit choppy at some parts, like
"where the clouds were like
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by the southern winds."
It gives a sort of "pause and stop" effect as if you were driving and kept stopping at unnecessary times. Maybe change the wording a bit so it flows a bit smoother. Like;
"where the clouds were
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by southern winds."
Some words like "the" and "like" are what I like to call "filler" words and sometimes jumble things up.
Other than that, I like the concept. Great job. (:
"where the clouds were like
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by the southern winds."
It gives a sort of "pause and stop" effect as if you were driving and kept stopping at unnecessary times. Maybe change the wording a bit so it flows a bit smoother. Like;
"where the clouds were
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by southern winds."
Some words like "the" and "like" are what I like to call "filler" words and sometimes jumble things up.
Other than that, I like the concept. Great job. (: