Scale

March 5, 2011
By neshkuh GOLD, Lower Mainland, Other
neshkuh GOLD, Lower Mainland, Other
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Red numbers
three digits
a step back in time.
This blackness
descends

Cover my eyes with ice hands
hot tears will not melt you
spilling through your fingers
to paint a frozen canvas

Stuff your first inside my mouth
your bitter, sour failure
'this is all you’ll taste'
the chanting, single voice
where is the other one?
there, strangled on the ground
in broken pieces
common sense, reason
farewell


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on Aug. 20 2011 at 8:33 pm
CaptainFabulous GOLD, Gray Summit, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast" - Lewis Carroll

your poems all have so much emotion put into them, these are the types of poems i love, simply because they are real enough to understand. Your poems dont explain the typical teenage life you see on T.V, this is the "behind the scenes version" that really happens


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