how i love her

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
a three high stack
could be eight
could be nine

thousands of bitter
littered sticks
rolled up in one

I see the slush as it melts down to greet me
I see the green as it fills up to the ceiling
I cannot think over the sound of your screaming

I see your eyes look through the middle of mine
looking wild like you've lost your little mind
I see your eyes explode, starting from the inside

dust on the top
could be white
could be blue

thousands of screaming
endless feuds,
but my god, how I love you
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    I like the speed changes, the variance in length, and the way this poem sounds, but quite honestly I have no idea what you're trying to say with any of the images
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    I was really, really, really high last night
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    a three high stack
    could be eight
    could be nine

    thousands of bitter
    littered sticks
    rolled up

    I love this part...although it makes me wonder if the lITTERED STICKS are popsicle sticks or cigarettes....i just like it.
    You write pretty well when youre high.:)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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