Au Revoir

March 6, 2011
sore knees
I cannot push my will 1 step further
the lump inside has become bigger
thanks
you’ve been a great coach to my further discouragement
with my head pounding through the street
and no consolation of hope
sore wings
they have each flown
but left me grounded
sparse buds are left without green to go on
air hurts my tongue that tastes it
more than word spoken against you
every chirping lark is dawning a façade
in order to keep the dank bloodspots
and laughing gunshots from your soul
sane much?
not I
fry it all away, the box too
I need my inconstant so I might walk
not live, for what state is this?
life seems wrong
feeling so much makes me numb
still can’t strike the concrete
with the fangs of silver death
what I desire has no place
here
I’m 3 minutes ahead of my time
sore heart
cross this line





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MorningStar15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 5, 2011 at 8:39 pm
Creative, Discriptive, Abstract, and yet Relateable. Everything anyone should ever look for in a good poem.
 
wildheart replied...
Apr. 6, 2011 at 11:35 pm
Thank you, I didn't know I could connect to someone with this poem, seeing as how it came to me the wording was difficult to make adjustments to. :)
 
MorningStar15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 10, 2011 at 9:23 pm
No problem. I really like this style. Maybe you could look at some of my work and give me some advise some time?
 
lostnhim said...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 1:05 pm
Love it!(: Great job.(:
 
wildheart replied...
Apr. 6, 2011 at 11:42 pm
thank you ^.^
 
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