Feb 11, 2008 11:38
As she ascends,
Her insides descend to the kind, patient ground beneath her.
Slowly, she clenches her forgiving teeth.
Empathy greets her swollen eyes,
And comfort wraps itself around her grief.
But somehow, she sits in solitude.
Somehow, she is hollow...shivering in the midst of...ocean...
...crap. It all sounded much better when I was drunk.
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On a side note, I used to like short poetry, but now I've decided longer poetry is better. If it's shorter than a sonnet, its way too short. That's my new rule of thumb.
And everything sounds better when drunk. That's a fact. ;)
P.S. You put your location as "hell" and if you mouse over it, it brings you to a map of a town named Hell in Norway. That made me laugh.
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I know...I have trouble finishing things...I just would love for them to be perfect. I think I just wish I were a better writer. I always convince myself I'm great towards the beginning...and then it goes downhill and I lose that confidence. It shows pretty clearly.
No kidding. ;)
P.S. We looked up the photos of Hell, Norway on Google. So good. There were cemeteries and flames in the air...
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and the ocean is supposed to be opposite of the feelings that the first part conveys...thats why it says "but somehow"!!! thats the transition! it's done terribly, because i was drunk, but still. and the teeth and ground and all that are supportive and kind and the subject just continues to attack them through her frustration. you know?
i love you too. i could never hate your hot ass.
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