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Fragile.

October 12, 2010
By lolcopter GOLD, Santa Maria, California
lolcopter GOLD, Santa Maria, California
14 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"it's kind of bad, when the words you write, kind of turn themselves into knives."


My tears fall, as if cigarette ashes.
I pray that the gravity will keep my feet on the ground,
Though I'm finding myself a little clumsy these days.
Unsteadily, I stumble back home, passing each and
Every different Autumn leaf laying
On the sidewalk. They symbolize the various
Parts of me that belong to you and, oh, only
You. Those are the parts that I was molded with,
And they are now in your hands as if clay.
The rib cage, the lungs, from my brain to my heart, from
My heart to my flesh. You own it all.
I tumble, I trip, I fly to the ground. It is like
You threw your creation to your feet. Your words, your touch,
Your taste... I can't
Succeed to get them out of my thoughts.
Out of my memory.
Nevertheless,
Don't worry your pretty little head, I'll burn the evidence.
No one will know you broke me.



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lolcopter GOLD said...
on Nov. 25 2010 at 12:49 pm
lolcopter GOLD, Santa Maria, California
14 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"it's kind of bad, when the words you write, kind of turn themselves into knives."

Thanks xo :))

on Oct. 23 2010 at 11:39 pm
BellelaVie SILVER, Fairbanks, Alaska
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I really really enjoyed this. Thank you, you are gifted.

on Oct. 23 2010 at 2:05 pm
blackamethyst GOLD, Centerville, Ohio
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I love this poem. I like the line breaks, especially between "your touch/Your taste" and "I can't/Succeed to. . .". I also like the bite in "your pretty little head". Keep writing!

crfcaio SILVER said...
on Oct. 23 2010 at 11:48 am
crfcaio SILVER, Santa Monica, California
7 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When there is a will, there is a way."

"If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place."

"Nevertheless,
Don't worry your pretty little head, I'll burn the evidence.
No one will know you broke me.
"

I really liked your piece, especially the ending. Your poem is not long, yet pretty intense. I really liked it, keep going (: