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nineteen days
cracked lips.
a faint flicker of shine
leaking through the webs of my mind.
littlethoughts.littledreams.little
blatant and tempting
like frivolous passion under clouded
stars and punctured moons
where there is no space for me
to breath.
curved in.
warm and safe
a body, an artwork
eyes of daylight and
lips of a religion i conjured from my
heart.
they are strange words
but familiar to a dream long forgotten
a beautiful dejavu.
cracked in.
curved lips.
whisper.
a faint flicker of shine
leaking through the webs of my mind.
littlethoughts.littledreams.little
blatant and tempting
like frivolous passion under clouded
stars and punctured moons
where there is no space for me
to breath.
curved in.
warm and safe
a body, an artwork
eyes of daylight and
lips of a religion i conjured from my
heart.
they are strange words
but familiar to a dream long forgotten
a beautiful dejavu.
cracked in.
curved lips.
whisper.
Published 31st Aug 2010
| Edited 8th Sep 2010
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1st Sep 2010 1:52am
Hi there, I like this poem, it's very different, I was however wondering how you came up with your title Nineteen Days??
8th Sep 2010 5:05pm
hello. a really good question, and thank you for the comment!
when i wrote this, it had been 19 days since i met a guy, a person, who gave me the fresh air i needed after a year of trying to get over some horrible memories from last year. (you can see the flow of my poems from last year until now)
25th Feb 2012 8:07pm
I’m really interested in the inspiration of this poem. Maybe you could incorporate a bit of the title into the poem itself, because even though you see the relevance, your intended audience might miss it. It’s such an intriguing title and the diction draws me in, I’m just left craving more.
