she spat poisonous paragraphs, and I hurried to wipe them away. what could I say to the cold calculation that laid out my life for inspection? so i pressed my lips tight against the tide of replies that i might have spat back in return; since i couldn't think of how to speak, i thought it best not to use any words.
I'm sure I'm drawing off of some memory here, but I can't remember so I guess I can't be bitter about it...
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 ♥
1 comment:
so i think i've read this a few times... but my mind can't seem to get past the first 4 words. amazing imagery.
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