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smoke dusted guitar strings
scream in pain
your voice-blood spills out
painting the sheets a vivid
black.
token words sprinkle forth
dripping silently on the worn out wood.
I see your signature in the faded paint,
that stroke of the thought
you left when you played.
silence falls as your thumbs
stroke the grain
drawing whisper-moans and
sigh-grunts from the smooth,
liquid surface.
you cry to the banshee that lives
in your music
screaming
punishments
and terrible sounds.
your mouth is more beast than man
its lips terminating in budding fangs
blood red tongue
(a smile oozing with hunger).
the strings sow your empty mind-fields
the ones I planted love-flowers in
so long ago.
clouds set on our february
and I still
love you.
scream in pain
your voice-blood spills out
painting the sheets a vivid
black.
token words sprinkle forth
dripping silently on the worn out wood.
I see your signature in the faded paint,
that stroke of the thought
you left when you played.
silence falls as your thumbs
stroke the grain
drawing whisper-moans and
sigh-grunts from the smooth,
liquid surface.
you cry to the banshee that lives
in your music
screaming
punishments
and terrible sounds.
your mouth is more beast than man
its lips terminating in budding fangs
blood red tongue
(a smile oozing with hunger).
the strings sow your empty mind-fields
the ones I planted love-flowers in
so long ago.
clouds set on our february
and I still
love you.
Literature
280
pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
Literature
Reverberation
Reverberation
Light flies
Reflecting off soggy leaves
The branches of a laurel tree
Whipping side to side
A high wind rising
Back and forth
Striking what comes within reach
Lashing out like rods
Turning, bending
I hear it in the tunnels
Reverberation
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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those are some fantastic images! i love the way it's emotionally powerful but not over the top. the structure is interesting too, adds so much to the mood i think (: