Submissions by xtinerev (Christine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Distracted
Brutal purple shadows under your eyes,
You try to hide what you can't disguise,
But everyone sees what you've become.
Your wasted mind is laid open on the floor,
Dragging and scratching along the concrete.
you can't move any faster. You can't win.
Pity for you is like unneeded advice,
You just swallow it down with your pride
The itching voices in your ear won't stop you,
They'll annoy and weaken you more
To the point of absolute despair
with the flask in your fingers air-tight.
Not even you can make yourself healthy.
Your insides are down...
You try to hide what you can't disguise,
But everyone sees what you've become.
Your wasted mind is laid open on the floor,
Dragging and scratching along the concrete.
you can't move any faster. You can't win.
Pity for you is like unneeded advice,
You just swallow it down with your pride
The itching voices in your ear won't stop you,
They'll annoy and weaken you more
To the point of absolute despair
with the flask in your fingers air-tight.
Not even you can make yourself healthy.
Your insides are down...
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Perfect World
Our blue raft holds us in the air
and we float around in circles
we are being stirred around
the wind never picks up.
The waves gently move us,
splashing against our arms.
The fantastic sky is always blue
with wisps of cotton.
The current never stops
Never makes us paddle.
Milk never curdles
and we never lose our breathes
because the air is clean as we are.
The smell of fruit and wheat
fill our lungs, fill us up.
And the sound of music
is heard from the headphones left nearby.
Peaceful melody's that never fade....
and we float around in circles
we are being stirred around
the wind never picks up.
The waves gently move us,
splashing against our arms.
The fantastic sky is always blue
with wisps of cotton.
The current never stops
Never makes us paddle.
Milk never curdles
and we never lose our breathes
because the air is clean as we are.
The smell of fruit and wheat
fill our lungs, fill us up.
And the sound of music
is heard from the headphones left nearby.
Peaceful melody's that never fade....
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DU Poetry : Submissions by xtinerev (Christine)