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Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb

Some days,
When I blow into my seething cups of coffee
It sounds and feels like a drumroll,

Some days,
Though I set the clock to a proper pace, it stumbles and crawls around me
Like a babe in the claws of a jealous crib

Some days,
These thoughts I mirror are at best a brief allusion
My sympathies asleep; building glassy castles of my needless bed,

Some days
When I dare think of how you came into my life,
I scream these pieces out,

Becoming now, the landscape unthreaded,
An infusion submerged into throttle and ink

Thinking,
If only I were a gardener
A shelter imbued of sun and rain

Angels too, their scar upon my house and the children in the streets
Singing freedoms from my mind,
Lost inside their length of lashes, these shadows I emit;

Some days,
when I am drowned in slips of coffee,
My willing hour refuses to sprout
And dreams, like serpents come lazily,

In days,
I dare remember your name.

Written by Perdition

Published 6th Nov 2015

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Re. Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb

Arunee

6th Nov 2015 2:13pm

i dare remember your name? whose name lol...nice piece there

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Perdition

11th Nov 2015 4:24am

Indeed??

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Re. Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb

Anonymous

6th Nov 2015 11:30pm

I just love this piece. These are the types of pieces that I love most about you as a writer, which is why this one ended up in my reading list.

The flow on this one is good. I find myself being able to read it out loud easily, and I was just so sucked in by its beautiful wording.

"Some days when I dare think of how you came into my life, I scream these pieces out" - Amen to that right there.

I dig this one. Thank you for the read.