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My red high heels
Turning the lights off, no colors to see
it’s a disaster, a foolish cave,
sharp rocks, not easy to use my glazed key
please don’t dazzle me, darkness makes me rave.
Turning the lights on, my age will appear
my deep scar next to my left eye, a dove,
reaching my dead orgasms’ s atmosphere
a howl dying before my time to love.
I wish there was no light, no dark to dig,
the stars I believe in aren’t enough now
I look at my hand my dick’s shape, a wing,
showing me, I need to grow up somehow.
Don’t let me fall down from my red high heels
let me describe you, how loneliness feels.
**Written for Geof's sonnet comp, but I couldn't make it a proper sonnet at the end. At least I made it to 10 syllables. :)
Published 5th Jul 2016
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6th Jul 2016 3:59pm
The sadness is put beautifully. I couldn't stop reading you're poem
''Turning the lights on, my age will appear'' - Poignant line <3
''Turning the lights on, my age will appear'' - Poignant line <3
6th Jul 2016 4:18pm
Oh! thank you so much for reading and reading list Emeraldia! :)
I tried to play with sadness giving it the lightening option...
But at the end, it's a rather contrasting two verses, just to free the feeling of the poem. ;)
Glad you liked it! Thank you again!
Kiss,
Art
I tried to play with sadness giving it the lightening option...
But at the end, it's a rather contrasting two verses, just to free the feeling of the poem. ;)
Glad you liked it! Thank you again!
Kiss,
Art
