The Smooth River Stones
Kwyjibo
Posts: 662
I walk with the sunset--
always going down.
the glowing rocks beneath my feet
look like your eyes, the day that you drowned.
The endless flatness here in east Texas.
Oh God, oh my God, I miss the mountains so.
The day after I got the news
that you drowned in the Yellowstone River,
I walked down to a gravel pit,
and I felt the imported smooth rocks.
I wondered where they came from,
and I pictured you with your hands
filled with smooth river stones.
I wept for the first time in 13 years.
I'm sorry I left so abruptly, my sweet
forgotten lover. But the mountains were
too much for me, but now I miss them so.
always going down.
the glowing rocks beneath my feet
look like your eyes, the day that you drowned.
The endless flatness here in east Texas.
Oh God, oh my God, I miss the mountains so.
The day after I got the news
that you drowned in the Yellowstone River,
I walked down to a gravel pit,
and I felt the imported smooth rocks.
I wondered where they came from,
and I pictured you with your hands
filled with smooth river stones.
I wept for the first time in 13 years.
I'm sorry I left so abruptly, my sweet
forgotten lover. But the mountains were
too much for me, but now I miss them so.
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.
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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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.
unbelievable poem
your awesome
and the women took over every decision and they were nice
much nicer than man
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
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.