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I cry
DNA drop
containing every piece of me
as hollow as a prayer,
dense like star spit
in the darkness- no reflection to persist
on a blue slate face
it rolls to a pillow of curls
couching grey
spinning strident regret
this face that used to grimace
blocky lava stinging red cheeks
chest heaving, eyes bleeding
leaving blotchy streams
now reduced to one concentrated pebble
dank physiology-
just a wet dream
ejaculating a stone.
containing every piece of me
as hollow as a prayer,
dense like star spit
in the darkness- no reflection to persist
on a blue slate face
it rolls to a pillow of curls
couching grey
spinning strident regret
this face that used to grimace
blocky lava stinging red cheeks
chest heaving, eyes bleeding
leaving blotchy streams
now reduced to one concentrated pebble
dank physiology-
just a wet dream
ejaculating a stone.
Published 26th Sep 2013
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26th Sep 2013 7:58pm
Amazingly done my friend. A fine write indeed. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to grace your artistic form of poetry. Will be following.
26th Sep 2013 8:00pm
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26th Sep 2013 8:14pm
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27th Sep 2013 2:24am
thanks for reading and commenting! you rock. your support means a lot to me.
27th Sep 2013 5:08am
27th Sep 2013 12:37pm
I will tell you what I meant if you like. I don't mind explaining what my intentions were. I love that others often get something completely different but also like to share what I was trying to convey in an abstract and/or concise way.
Anonymous
27th Sep 2013 9:53am
Crying is such an intense process, from a drop to a stream...wonderful teardrop!
27th Sep 2013 1:02pm
I cry too.. Thanks for pulling me in with such a beautiful and amazing poem.
27th Sep 2013 1:09pm
27th Sep 2013 6:13pm
That was some kinda cry! Ur wordplay n imagery
is masterful my dear... Impressive inkspill! :)
is masterful my dear... Impressive inkspill! :)
28th Sep 2013 7:33pm
Your writing reminds me of a feathered paint brush. Gently floating down it's canvas yet as it reaches the bottom a gust of wind picks it back up and the process is repeated until the white and grey areas are saturated with many different colors. When I say colors I mean interpretations on the readers part. I hope that makes sense lol. Very much enjoyed as always. I found the first and last strophes to be the most powerful.
29th Sep 2013 3:08am
wow. thank you so much for the thoughtful comment. It is almost a poem itself! xo
