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blue is not a color
Like sacks of blue
We fall with dust into your lap
And beg to be a different concept.
Our voice is a twisted whisper
Resting in the back of our skulls
Keeping the grey one company.
Our fingers lie with paper
And bruises
On the edge of her ribs
And she keeps them there
And uses them
As if they could help her not to feel.
You are an owner of many things
Countless things
Useless things..
And we own a concept
A terrible concept
A blue concept..
We fall with dust into your lap
And beg to be a different concept.
Our voice is a twisted whisper
Resting in the back of our skulls
Keeping the grey one company.
Our fingers lie with paper
And bruises
On the edge of her ribs
And she keeps them there
And uses them
As if they could help her not to feel.
You are an owner of many things
Countless things
Useless things..
And we own a concept
A terrible concept
A blue concept..
Published 18th Jan 2011
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The 'grey one' & 'our fingers lie with paper' are deft brush strokes which any poet would be proud to write.
Good to see you raising the bar.
Best ~ Abra
The 'grey one' & 'our fingers lie with paper' are deft brush strokes which any poet would be proud to write.
Good to see you raising the bar.
Best ~ Abra
19th Jan 2011 00:54am
18th Jan 2011 2:08pm
I love the line "our fingers lie with paper" the writing devices that you used in this poem are impressive.
great job.
great job.
19th Jan 2011 00:54am
wow ^^ thank you
i pulled this one out of thin air while i was half suffering from writers block.. glad to know it came out good XD
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