I woke one evening
in a refrigerator
filled with Love.
Your frozen songs
and self-scarred necks
have smeared
a glacier of growth
around my eyes.
And the nests of first 'Love'
led us to believe
we'd stick together
like dragonfly wings
to the supple spider webs of
Innocent Destiny.
Our feet had begun to steer the trees,
replacing roots with icicles of blood
while Stop Signs sang us
into gaudy green flight.
The childhood clouds
were chased away
as we found ourselves
tangled
in our gutted Fireplaces
of Running Water.
But when the worry-webbed Love and desire collided,
the dollar signs dazzled and swindled our lives,
the televisions sparkled and they bottled our minds,
and Fireworks giggled as they were killed in the sky,
all to fulfill
the single purpose --
to decorate our eyes.
So it made me wonder –
Is it warmer to smile,
or be the woeful one
who causes others to?
As we toddled away,
getting stabbed by Age,
I believe I found the better of the two.
















Comments
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-taco
I have probably writen about fifteen poems about made up Love & relationships by now.
I'm glad that I can create things that can touch people. Thanks for the awesome comment as usual!
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
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Clubs
*Circleoffriends=DailyDeviants~Lullaby-Poetry~invisible-inc~OpinionatedHell~PoetsClub=The-Red-Envelope
I woke one evening
in a refrigerator
and they found a way to accomodate themselves or escape.
The stop sign couldnt control them, and they simply flew above it. Their veins were controlling the outside rather than being controlled by their walls.
things bottled their minds, worry webbed around them
As we darted away,
getting stabbed by Age,
and they always escaped.
I love it.
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
It's alway so heart-spankingly wonderful to read your feedbacks.
Thank you so much for dragging your fingers across the keyboard and applying pressure to each individual one just for the sake of commenting.
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
I know every time I read one of your comments that something is going to make me smile.
Something, every time.
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
"our veins had begun to steer the trees" we depend the oxygen they trees feed us yet just by living humans tend to destroy them... I guess that's just a realists poin of view though... heh...
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Peace, Love and Chaos.
It took a long time to develop this languagey thing... I started talking very oddly in... 7th grade. So yeah. two years.
I usually just kind of ingrain words that sound cool and crunchy into my vocabulary,a nd start braiding them together in odd ways.
here is a very.. odd quote that I wrote...
''We eat emotion. We eat it. Slip it into our thoats as it soaks into our hearts.
But what goes in must always come out. Therefore, when the emotion has clogged our hearts for such an insanely long time - - it needs an outlet.
Therefore emotion decides to tumble into our butt.
AS we sit on the toilet in the morning's wobbling light - - we poop emotion.
POOP = art :: because they're both solid with varying colors
Or we pee, emotion out.
PEE = poetry :: because they both flow.
Or we fart it out
MUSIC = fart :: because they're both sopping-wet in SOUND -- and cannot be visibly seen."
and personally i think that conor oberst' fart is exceptionally good!
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
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