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I was in another lifetime,
one of porcelain lips,
when mirrors were my saviour
I wore famine on my hips.
I turned around to face myself
and saw a creature without home.
Drawing near, another daytime
for me to call my own.

On that silver-eyed morning
I set free my darkest dove
and left the earth my morals
set forth to find new love.
I killed the past in bleeding smoke
and laughter, dirty clothes.
Drawing near, another daytime
for me to call my own.

I was tousled through the starlight
by the ages, frowned upon.
I lit one last velvet candle,
it was time to carry myself on.
In this world of black-pierced fluorescent light,
and gilded men, fighting to rome,
here comes another daytime
for me to call my own.



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wefellinLAVA said...
May 19, 2010 at 3:40 pm
It's easy for repitition to sound cheesy, but this didn't at all.  Great work, I love this poem.
 
ktbug96 said...
May 19, 2010 at 3:14 pm
haha thx for the comment :) this is really good too keep reading!
 
timevampire This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 19, 2010 at 1:33 pm

I'm in love with this poem. it is so awesome, amazing and beautiful. :)

maybe you can look at my stuff some time.

 
margierose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
May 19, 2010 at 3:02 pm
thank you so much :) I really appreciate it. And I will!
 
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