Moving onFour walls, a floor, a ceiling. Filled to the brim with boxes. I barely have room to walk to my bed and back to the door. There are clothes all over the floor. It has been a week, and I have yet to open a box.Moving on
It seems so easy to run a pair of scissors down the spine to expose a box’s contents to the outside world. Let my precious belongings breathe for god’s sake. And yet, I spend my days busying myself with work, meeting my friends for lunch, and continuously avoiding that room, those boxes.
Those inconspicuous-looki
My WordsMy WordsMy Words
Browsing through these typographical expressions, I wonder if my message comes through The fog of misunderstanding and interpretations To be comprehended by you.
Can you feel the imagery,
The syntax, connotations? Or do you glance across sentences and see Only individual letters and denotations? Roaming eyes that read only the explicit, Embedded meanings forgotten, ignored. I hope that you will uncover the implicit Meanings disguised, for you to explore.
My combinations of words are intentional, With purpose, they a
Photograph ReduxPhotographPhotograph Redux
A photograph of you brings recollections Of the way you moved, the motions of your mouth, The way the words slipped so lightly from your lips In comfort, in protest, in simple dialogue. It is mostly this that I remember;
But I can’t recall a precise exchange.
Your words have now faded from my memory, And while I sometimes sense a racing heartbeat, With nerves in irritable anticipation The movements of your lips have diminished to Just that, A simple exercise of facial muscles,
A cordial gesture of acknowledgment.
But I was yo
Eight KissesEight KissesEight Kisses
One
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion. The rush
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
innocent, surging like a creek, touching,
stopped.
Extra Extralittle black dots...little black dots...little black dots...
the little black dots would not dare tell me where the sentence needs to stop.
i am the writer, i will decide. it seems however, they’re not on my side.
you see, they don’t like to have no control over where the line starts or ends, and once the black dots are kept from their slots, the poem inevitably tends
towards a. rebellion
that ca.n get confusing when. neither the dots or the author are. choosing
where the. hell these dots.. should go. and, the lon.ger yo-u le.a’ve. it
Been long enough?!?
Happy
Thanks again for the great comment and i look forward to perusing your library.
I MISS you.
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Thanks for taking the time to read my work...I'm glad you enjoyed it
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Spread the DA love around! A vampire just bit you...lol! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can bite the person who bit you!
2- You can bite the same person as many times as you see fit!
3- You -MUST- spread the vampire lovin' people! At least 4...
4- You should bite in public! Paste it on their user page!
5- Random bites are perfectly okay!
6- You should most definitly get started biting right away!
This is to spread vampire awareness around DA
i'll be watching you.
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