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23/04/08

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
upon which is never drawn
the thrilling spark that is reborn
amongst all else and those who never
see revealed what of me is severed
as they are too distracted by the
lightning bottled and priced to die
by wild thoughts brains that fry
did you hear what dylan said?
oh never mind the man is dead
within his lifetime never seen
and now hes ceased to be a being
i cant recall the day we lost him
was i so too, prepared to deny it?
i never knew but then it came
to rest tired wings and so shall remain
everything we draw upon
but never see the spark reborn.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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Comments

  • walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
    This piece got inside my ribs and kicked my heart in the face.

    Yeah, it's that good.
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    your heart has a face? :p:D

    and thanks. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
    catefrances wrote:
    your heart has a face? :p:D

    and thanks. :)


    Yes, and my face has lungs that bend like solid steel skyscrapers and turn to ash in the winter. I am a furnace.
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