Messes

December 5, 2012
By RawrBeckAhhh BRONZE, Princeton, North Carolina
RawrBeckAhhh BRONZE, Princeton, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. - Ernest Hemingway


I’m just a spine.
The stem of a flower.
The bones that which hide me
Find that they’re fond of messes

Deeper now-
A rich wine color
The smell of paint which confines-
Tiny tinted lips,

Emptier within
Than before when I collapsed
A searching thought
Against walls of stiff fabric


Didn’t it agree?
It held fast its poison
Enriched with pulsating possibilities,
Left me to out to dry

I’m just a spine.
Contorted and wilted layers
Strips of flesh that smile
The easy prospect of messes.


The author's comments:
The greatest art is sometimes the greatest mistake.

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