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blue writing

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Thursday, 12th January 2006 @ 07:11:58 PM in AEST
Topic: PoemsonBeauty

I can’t,

but for you my eyelids droop.

And fingers tap,
a dance of exhausted dedication.

Nevermind Red when you’re around.

(Why at two thirty in the morning?)

Shoosh.

I kill people until they splat with red fleshchunks.
(In computerhead and fourpseakers surround,

A booming behind me is in front and inside my head.)
It’s all a matter of fact.

A flower dripping from shining blood
drops to be stepped upon

but not crushed; it’s in my fingers now.

Switch sides.
(It’s very Hard.)

I’m looking for a place for you.
Did you know, and so, for these floors or whatever whenever,
To lay with you or on or in you whatever
way whenever?

It’s all to hold and touch you with soft fingertips.
Green eyes of jade or jaded
will never gaze upon you like I do.

A child at a concrete construction
site stares
like I do every day passing by in boots I can’t help
but think of how their soles are wearing out

with every step; I still look up
every once in a while.

You know, I know
It doesn’t matter how much
I’ve had or how I’m wrecked or destroyed,
like Zero Hour, it affected me more then I knew
to be gaping years later, it was
The thought of a cold cold nuclear winter

Identical but Dead.
I still love you longer then you may believe
possible.

So don’t worry
and Don’t say sorry.

It’s blue writing and I can’t get any sleep
because of you you insufferable
ghostly disease hurt me with your love

An aching that I can not bear

to be without.

[2006-01-12 03:05:01]

Copyright Â© SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2006-01-12 19:11:58]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: blue writing (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 13th January 2006 @ 01:49:08 AM AEST
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I am trying to say something other than the
usual and generic "awesome write!" or "great
write!", but uh yeah I absolutely love this and
the imagery was splendiferous and just left
me aching for the pain expressed within
these lines. Amazing as always...

Bobo (Joel)

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