From where i stand

[Bacchus]

From where i stand,
Seems to me
We?re sinking in the sands,
Know where to hide
From the running tide.
Lips as red as sunshine,
In the morning we
Grow cotton wine
Lost in poetry;
Drowned in ink.
We scare ourselves into
Believing all is lost
And gone
In one last breath of
Restlessness we reach;
Out from the inside
Rustle all the leaves
Leaving only paper bags.


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i blame myself for being too much like somebody else, never thought i would just bend this way
then a phone call made me realize i'm wrong...
---4am---

 

[BabyGrace]

haunting...

In one last breath of
Restlessness we reach;
Out from the inside
Rustle all the leaves
Leaving only paper bags.

 

[popkidu2]

oh my, I quite like this one.......

those late phone calls can be killers......

 

[Bacchus]

thanks for the responses ya'll, i wrote this one back in September and i just ran across it last night and yup, 'haunting' is the word folks

 

[The Wanderer]

haunting? yes!

love this line too:
Lips as red as sunshine

 

[bicyclingfish]

"Lost in poetry..."

Mmm. I like this. Thanks.