Damaged
is how they found you
mouth full of brambles
the rub of matches
against your knuckles
naked
with rocks pillowing your limbs
in the blind tangle
of falling.
hate is a dirty bruise
left at your temples
the crucifixion of words
pressed like stones
into your wounds
where blind awe
runs deep like blood.















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Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly.
I love your style, and this is an excellent poem.
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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
Good stuff man.
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~Nekokoko
in the blind tangle
of falling.
hate is a dirty bruise
left at your temples
the crucifixion of words
pressed like stones
I love the choice of words you use and how vivid the picture is formed, its runs deep. I'm fascinated as always how you manage it love!
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If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
'Damaged
is how they found you
mouth full of brambles'
Reminds me of some of the lyrics of Neutral Milk Hotel simply because of how off-beat and graphic it is. But your work has it's own originality....don't think I'm comparing that way...
Graphic, strong and wounded.
- S.H.
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We're all dying...
...just really slowly.
I can but shudder at this one as it reaches in and grabs out of me a part of my soul though buried, but yet must not remain so. It is incredible.
Tamara
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"I well may mourn that only one
Can light my future sky
Even though once by his radiant sun
I found my smile so bright
But now the moon of life must die -"
Bronte
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