Thursday, March 24, 2011

Day 615: strugglin

i have been writing for too long to be beautiful anymore
the warm words have slipped somewhere under my keyboard
made a hiding place
only brilliance shines through tears
and i am too cold to cry
to far away to know more
so the shivers
cover the page like promises
i recycle phrases that sound like broken chymes against a country home
how i loved the smell of that secret
but it swept away
and i slept it its wake
now i only wade here
in this water looking for the shallow side of now
when everything seems to dorp off in each direction
being surrounded by nothing never felt so overwelming

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