when the glint is fresh
spreading out the soul
is always easy
like taking in
an oceanfull of stars
although
a tincture of defeat is
what settles in
when their venom is grilled
folded up, then
the ocean is just bitter spit
the inside of the head forgets to speak
or lay cushions in the right places
then
caught in the mesh
and iced
i wait for you to crash
onto my left palm
9 comments:
Images and after affects.
Absurd? Hell no.
Beautiful. I love your imagery and the words you use. Less is indeed a helluva lot.
yay you.
nicely weaved together,and quite an unique style of writing :Dkeep writing more!
'the inside of the head forgets to speak
or lay cushions in the right places'
you have a unique way with words... these will linger with me for a long long time...!!! :)
thanks for the visit to my blog, really!
You were bored. And you make good use of your boredom.
All hail the creative weevil!
ah! this piece reminds me that,words can actually get pictures out of themselves..or maybe they are just too free to even grab.
excellent seems less,brilliant seems lesser.
write on.
i love the way you write and the way you inter weave images
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
thanks yous averyones!
me is the vary vary happay to hear yous says that you the lieks it
:D
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