it still felt wrong in addressing the public
- Nov. 21, 2015, 10:09 a.m.
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when i belonged it still felt wrong
but it’s so easy to think that it didn’t
if i could only be alone and feel just as at home
but the path to that trap is forbidden
my ears rang, within a slumber i forever feared the quake
and avoided us meeting until you conceded
that i wasn’t worth being awake.
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The Thirsty Oriental ⋅ November 21, 2015
That picture fits so well with what you wrote... I can't explain why, but it just... does.
invisible ink ⋅ November 24, 2015
LoveSuicide ⋅ December 28, 2015
my ears rang, within a slumber i forever feared the quake
and avoided us meeting until you conceded
that i wasn’t worth being awake.
Normally, I loathe rhyme-y poetry as when I began my writing it was something I felt completely a slave to being and doing. However, you have such an absolutely whimsical way with your sense of "flow" that I love it.
And for me flow is the absolute most important part of poetry -- it's what I pride myself in with my own. Kudos!