At least your lungs
will match your heart
when they pick up the blade
one last time
and disect and intersect
across plain's highways and tissue.
Underneath, and inside
cold never numb and black
Humpty Dumpty's daughter cracked
within her spindly yellowing shell
defrosting rotting
and forgotten
and so many empty things
had they ever been satisfying?
Tell me
Were you satisfied with a birth day candle?
Take in the air
the smoke
the waves
of nausea
passion
ignorance
and stone
Your name
Your goal
switched and fell back
in the passing months
and years
Babies not meant to be born
to be women,
You write your promises in stitches
of things that keep bleeding
on dolls that keep crying
big vertical buttons
mirror your vampires reflection
empty and nothing
little and pale
Escape so far
life is never ending
when immortality would be a nightmare.
I'm Oz
I'm bad
I'm the beginning and the end
When you bite your nail
and lose yourself in ten million things you
wish you hadn't wished you'd never said.
Underground and rotting,
says the worn eyes
and they look up at ceiling tiles
when they ache to see the skies.
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Oh my goodness
This is absolutely fantastic. I can't even fathom my words. This is just... marvelous. You really idolized every part of the poem to make it absolutely perfect. Thank you for sharing this with me! <3 -
Amazing
I really really liked this poem, its so personal and yet I recognise parts,this part i liked most because of the feeling of it:
"Take in the air
the smoke
the waves
of nausea
passion
ignorance
and stone"
And I can only practice and hope I can become such a great poet as you are and let people feel how I feel. thank you.
Love peace and huggs
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Thank you so much
That really means allot to me, I was actually worried about using the word nausea in a poem that was waving almost because I thought that might break it, but I'm glad it worked well
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