I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
Freckles
It was after the toilet incident, rinsing out my mouth, that I realized freckles are the sun’s way of saying, “I have been here,” and burst blood vessels look very much like freckles and declarations of love. Sun spots and age, wizened with utmost care. Unfortunately for me, sickness fades and once again I am reduced to twelve specks of darkened brown, mirroring each other on their respective sides (smaller in size-) and merriment, less crowded, seems so far from here.
I always wanted freckles...
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