born softly unawake

[The Wanderer]

"love and birth"

born, to this romance
life, built upon a spinning knot,
bound and gagged

with this bullet
inside your belly
it swims

a soft soul
with a place to hide
pretend its real

like a child you swing
the limbs of hope
over plump dirt

kick and scream
at the hands of time
surgery, sun-echoed teeth

as the moon or blood
you were cloudy
still. they harvest you

till you break
water, fills the room
wipe the mirrors clean

your lazy hysteria,
your swarming eyes of glue,
touching too deep

the swallowed silk
the porcelain floor

born softly unawake
1:40 am


~well I don't write much here anymore, so I spent the last little while on this... read something about tulips and stillborns to get in the mood, played some radiohead tunes, tried to write something utterly confusing but couldn't help myself, then I couldn't really find a suitable title, so ignore that, it doesn't matter

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I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

 

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

I liked this a lot.

Your poems always evoke such vivid and powerful images.

 

[BabyGrace]

with this bullet
inside your belly...
a soft soul
with a place to hide...
like a child you swing
the limbs of hope

amazing, your poetry is so beautiful and painful at the same time. I like the essence of time you wove thru it, the ending is great
btw, you have the most awesome use of words in your poetry, I love it

 

[foray]

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