Brief lines I think about by PoeticAlpha, literature
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Brief lines I think about
Last week, the Sun engulfed the Earth And it begged to be forgiven. Bullets and bells are two things that make us cover our ears to save our selves from the Ringing. There was a morbid intonation to that one, for sure. The Wilds pressed their heart-filled chest against mine and whispered, "You can." Candlelight O candlelight, do you hide from the flame or my shadowy figure skulking about the wall? There are brief lines I think about and I'd like to write a poem about them. Someday, the dim electronic lighting will stop forever and there won't be a soul to miss it. All of my heart and soul belongs to you but you don't know that you are you. Frequently, there is death and frequently, we take care of those who die. Choices to make are filling the air like butterflies released from their sanctuary. Some of them did not make it. Okay. If we ever meet again, Mister Sandman, do you think you could play that tune that I've loved and cherished and hoped for for so long? It's all very quantifiable, the length of time spent bathing in one's own bath of sulphur, blood, dried asphalt, woe, happiness, wretchedness, shiny apparatuses, and water. Overboard, you go. She went. When will the ache of the unexpected joy cease? Rich men will covet until the wealth is evenly spread amongst the cosmos but it will take time that nobody has to offer. This is simplicity, I'm afraid.
Dusty streets unfurled as the sun rose,
Yet she stayed hidden under the new moon's leer,
Contemplating the retreat she needed every season.
Oh, the power of energy ignored!
Her ambition had seemed a tad risky
With the little passports
And the California wine club,
While the millionaire attacked her values.
Reason shone light on the story.
Maps were drawn, then disappeared.
Personalized doors were painted bright red
As they transcended the owner's manual.
It took a lifetime to learn that nobody
Could save her but herself.
She knew what she believed,
But you reach people with song.
It was hard to go.
It was tougher to stay.
I'm fairly pleased with the activity and I'm glad this group creates a productive and helpful space to continue our beautiful art in. Every week, I'll be hunting for strong poets via the forums and galleries soon so we should have a small pickup in member count fairly soon. Also, if any of you know any poets that you think are very talented, let them know that we're here and ready to read!
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