September

The wind is always blowing dusty sighs
Here, in late September
Her hands had been small; gently… perfect,
But so small and slender
And cold
Damn
(Weak)
It creaks, like my knees. Damn.
I think I am going to cry
a corpse is always a lie
And cold





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leafy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 19, 2011 at 9:43 am
Loved your personification with the wind. This poem has few words, but is packed with delth and meaning. I agree, thr 2nd dam.n should have its own line. Amazing, 5/5
 
BrightBurningCampeador This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 2:19 pm
Awesome poem. It's nice and simple, but also has amazing depth. I only have one suggestion: I think the 2nd dam.n should be given its own line, just to be consitent.
 
JerseyGirl716 said...
Aug. 19, 2011 at 8:27 pm
Wow... Very, very different. Awesome. I love "a corpse is always a lie"! Great job, 5/5!
 
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