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Left
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight me,
just south of nothing this night
Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
unordinary daydream gone awry
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight me,
just south of nothing this night
Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
Published 22nd Jun 2017
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Anonymous
23rd Jun 2017 00:31am
This is awesome.
Anonymous
23rd Jun 2017 5:50am
you made my hand cover a heart..
and what if we do know the answers
to the questions which seem to hex us?
or is it the subject, that we really don't
want to? even though truth lies with us
night after night...walks within us day
after day
maybe..we are not meant to be capable
of understanding the reason(s) why
answers aren't revealed ...
or at least in the moments when we "want"
to know --as oppose to a "need" of knowing
i find a similarity,
it's like a suicide with no letter or sign of
closure, leaving a horrible daunting feeling
that can stifle the growth of the prettiest plant
or flower ,,anything for that matter
sometimes, i think we should be thankful
but hey.. look who's talking, eh? lol yea this
really mauled at my insides, sweetie,
because i get carried away at times
and what if we do know the answers
to the questions which seem to hex us?
or is it the subject, that we really don't
want to? even though truth lies with us
night after night...walks within us day
after day
maybe..we are not meant to be capable
of understanding the reason(s) why
answers aren't revealed ...
or at least in the moments when we "want"
to know --as oppose to a "need" of knowing
i find a similarity,
it's like a suicide with no letter or sign of
closure, leaving a horrible daunting feeling
that can stifle the growth of the prettiest plant
or flower ,,anything for that matter
sometimes, i think we should be thankful
but hey.. look who's talking, eh? lol yea this
really mauled at my insides, sweetie,
because i get carried away at times
Anonymous
23rd Jun 2017 9:29am
Awesome !
