• let the black teeth of doubt and regret chew thru my core
  than hold my breath
  for a dove that turned out to be
  papier-maché waved around on a stick
  
  so let the wind sing thru the gaps in the windows of my car
  as his residual silhouette traces a heart in the spring fog
  i will dream of my best friends on beaches afar
  as i savour the city smog

  i asked him to take me gently
  instead he took me lightly

• i love how well you write. how well you string words together, for images in my mind (or maybe i'm good at visualizing stuff idek)
  your poems( are they poems ?!), they're like the weather sometimes. they're bright. sunny.not happy. just sunny. then there are ones that are stormy, cold. that's my fav weather btw.

  catharticson May 10, 2015   Link

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    thank you, that 's a beautiful compliment

    RosesAtSunseton May 11, 2015  

• Great imager and wordplay in parts of this entry. Thanks for sharing.

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    *imagery

    sokornyon May 11, 2015  

    thank you

    RosesAtSunseton May 11, 2015  

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