( Portrait of a Lady - T.S. Eliot )

i'm too caught up
crippled in my own thoughts
riddled with mind droughts
wishing for an ounce of rain.

as we stood there
i didnt wince
i just stared
i didnt speak
i was too scared
i cant help
you left me bare
i cant speak
you are with him now

No man is an island, entirely of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for ( Read more... )

the thick metal bolts.
hold together shaped cold steel.
riveted to trace the seams.
and to prevent the nothingness from imploding.

the nothingness and the oil can.
that sweet succulent oil can.
squatting in the unoccupied land.
of the heartless frame.

that supports the arms.
oh those well oiled arms.
the ones that carry a sharp axe.
or a dull axe.
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