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My Desperate Town
I found a hair clip today
tears refill an old windy bay
I'm alone so cold
no longer can I hold
the morning of a new day .
The weeks we spent
have left to bigger dent
the feelings left behind
your smile and laugh
of its own kind
you moved the matter
the cells of a scatter
that make up my shattered
mind of a no better .
We sit together
frozen in pictures
coats of leather
laughing in stitches .
The earth unkind
buries me to hellish heights
all the kings charge and remind
me of the gone knights .
As the bird flies
I rub my hydrated eyes
please god give me
a pleasant surprise .
bring Natalie back
and light up the down
to replace the black
of my desperate town . [/font]
tears refill an old windy bay
I'm alone so cold
no longer can I hold
the morning of a new day .
The weeks we spent
have left to bigger dent
the feelings left behind
your smile and laugh
of its own kind
you moved the matter
the cells of a scatter
that make up my shattered
mind of a no better .
We sit together
frozen in pictures
coats of leather
laughing in stitches .
The earth unkind
buries me to hellish heights
all the kings charge and remind
me of the gone knights .
As the bird flies
I rub my hydrated eyes
please god give me
a pleasant surprise .
bring Natalie back
and light up the down
to replace the black
of my desperate town . [/font]
Published 28th Mar 2010
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Anonymous
30th Mar 2010 2:45am
with rich, dark and thoroughly satisfying sentiment. Some of the lines here haunt me with their strange potency, such as: "We sit together/frozen in pictures/coats of leather/laughing in stitches". That one created in image my mind more haunting than I can properly convey here. Also, I love the word play regarding "knights" (if word play was your intention); and the scattered rhyme and metrical flow is, of course, perfect. A certain kind of masterpiece.
1st Apr 2010 7:14pm
wow thankyou Jack once again your ingenius breakdown of my words was as always impeccable and correct :) such an honour it is to hear from a poet as talented as yourself to say such kind words my friend
