Dead Poetry Movement
I need feedback on these pieces, if anyone can help...? I know it's a lot!
Bemused
I wanna mop this molasses floor with laughs and fists, stopped cutting my wrists only to paste them on the end of yesterday's last whisper, a whimpering cry no closer to finding the answer than I was to being a real boy real Pinocchio style wood growin with every ( Read more... )
Bemused
I wanna mop this molasses floor with laughs and fists, stopped cutting my wrists only to paste them on the end of yesterday's last whisper, a whimpering cry no closer to finding the answer than I was to being a real boy real Pinocchio style wood growin with every ( Read more... )
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These are amazing, but I'm sure I've said it before.
"from the lavender lights that held
all my lovers' hearts
in the bulb and fuses
held all my lovers' hearts in its hot little hands"
I loved the imagery here, what I saw in my head. I'm writing my words backwards I'm so turned around by your poetry.
I'll reread later and get you more feedback.
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