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Home Before Light
I have to get home
before light,
into her loaded arms
before the night
comes to its end,
and she explodes.
The city no longer
looks the same;
she waits for me
swallowing moonlight.
It's been a week
full of liquor
filled frenzies with no end
in sight.
Days feel like waking dreams,
nights, obscure realities,
I can no longer see
the clock,
or tell when it's time
to fall asleep.
before light,
into her loaded arms
before the night
comes to its end,
and she explodes.
The city no longer
looks the same;
she waits for me
swallowing moonlight.
It's been a week
full of liquor
filled frenzies with no end
in sight.
Days feel like waking dreams,
nights, obscure realities,
I can no longer see
the clock,
or tell when it's time
to fall asleep.
Published 22nd Jul 2014
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22nd Jul 2014 8:45pm
This is really beautiful.
I love the writing style you used! Is that how you usually write poetry?
I love the writing style you used! Is that how you usually write poetry?
23rd Jul 2014 1:46am
Every piece is a bit different in style and form but I tend to try and write with as many poetic elements and tools as I can, ex: alliteration, assonance, cosonance, line stops, breaks, having single lines stand on their own or be read in two different ways, mixtures of rhyme and non rhyme, etc. I like every piece to be fresh, not like the others as much as I can, to stay current and grow, develop, never try to keep my work the same.
