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Six feet Under by =Scarlettletters:iconScarlettletters:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


Nothing is what it seems
six feet under.
I keep catching flies
with an open mouth
and wonder why
voices speak of me from a distance.
Footsteps muffle
and break the daffodils
perched precariously over my head
and the sky feels so blue
it hurts my eyes.
I can hear the secrets
that make the grass go green
with spite
and birds' twitter sounds like
little old ladies
playing gin rummy
and cursing under their breath
over the gossip they're missing.
But the worst part is
I smell the reek of winter
seeping through dirt
in dry roots
pushing up dead daisies
some lazy relative left
as an after-thought
and know a sickening truth

lonely has become
my new best friend
and no tears
will ever keep me company
again.
©2009 =Scarlettletters
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:iconvindicta38:
=Vindicta38 Jul 16, 2009, 3:49:26 PM
Random is good. :nod:

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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
:iconspazzattack105:
~Spazzattack105 Jul 16, 2009, 3:50:51 PM
hmmm its different i like it
:iconalapip:
*alapip Jul 16, 2009, 3:56:54 PM
Brendan,

how it feels to be dead. or,
rather, how it would feel if
the dead could feel. it was
an enjoyable read, even though
there are a couple of things,
like flies six feet down. the
suspension of disbelief was
necessary anyway, so who cares
about little details?

good imaginative piece.

pip

--
when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
:icontime-warrior:
=time-warrior Jul 16, 2009, 4:24:54 PM
Feels like that tearing ache I feel, when I've been too happy, complacent or content, filled with joy ... then suddenly realizing the mortality of the fragile vessel that houses my being ... of the ones I love ... dunno, I feel the minutes pass and remember all the time I've wasted. *sighs*

I really like the flow of this. :nod: Wonderful and thought provoking.

--
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
:iconvillenueve:
=Villenueve Jul 16, 2009, 4:29:14 PM
I just loved the raw stlye of this poem dear Brendan!...great work,i especially loved the part of lonliness...

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Literotica

My stock-

:iconcsnyder:
=CSnyder Jul 16, 2009, 4:33:34 PM
random but really cool, trying to figure it out, flowed wondefuflly
:iconlacydrawers:
=LACYDRAWERS Jul 16, 2009, 6:23:38 PM
You are amazing Brendan.
It is like your wave lengths
are spiritually connected to mine.
Your writing has me feeling
every one of your words in the pit
of my stomach, where all true emotion
comes from...:iconhrtplz:
:iconpt-paperdreamer:
*PT-paperdreamer Jul 16, 2009, 6:29:50 PM
This has a very interesting and exotic flavor!

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:heart:Imagination: The highest kite one can fly...:heart:
~nothing ventured, nothing gained~
:iconjust-joking:
=just-joking Jul 16, 2009, 6:34:20 PM
very deep, lovely written :)

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:frail: "lovehurts" but "always somewhere" there's "stairway to heaven" :frail:
:iconihaveastory:
~ihaveastory Jul 16, 2009, 6:52:20 PM
Good read. :) I envy your random. :)

--
"the body is the vehicle, bound by time.
the mind is the mechanics, bound by logic.
the soul is the part from the whole attempting to be an individual.
and the spirit is what remains of the bond shared before there was time."

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