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Long shadows, short lights
In the gaps
between the sleeping rumbles of slowly dying monsters
the footsteps of thoughts
tap towards the place where all roads lead
my fingers kiss the ridges of impressions made in my image
with wet tipped greed that hungers to last forever
the way nothing does
always hesitant to brush against the gaps
and to ask why I never stop
it's because the sound hiding between the steps
it's eyes look just like hers
between the sleeping rumbles of slowly dying monsters
the footsteps of thoughts
tap towards the place where all roads lead
my fingers kiss the ridges of impressions made in my image
with wet tipped greed that hungers to last forever
the way nothing does
always hesitant to brush against the gaps
and to ask why I never stop
it's because the sound hiding between the steps
it's eyes look just like hers
Published 2nd Dec 2013
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3rd Dec 2013 4:52am
the way nothing does...
there is a lot in there. words feel very carefully chosen.
there is a lot in there. words feel very carefully chosen.
9th Dec 2013 4:14am
If only the word careful applied to the things I did more often, then I wouldn't have written this. Thank you for list add and the comment, appreciate it :)
3rd Dec 2013 6:30am
That hidden place in your head, wrapped in corners, clothed in shadows, its where the memories you know you shouldn’t harbor sits, the ones you can’t help seeking out. That place is tucked right between the spaces of your lines. Its all the weight of what you shouldn’t remember combined with all the knowing that you’re heavy because of those things. But you can’t let them go, can’t let them shrivel and die when you know that there is an even greater heaviness waiting behind the absence of those memories.
This is a gritty piece of dead weight that fills the mind and the heart; brutally observant in the things we allow to rot in our own heads. Another raw masterpiece.
This is a gritty piece of dead weight that fills the mind and the heart; brutally observant in the things we allow to rot in our own heads. Another raw masterpiece.
9th Dec 2013 4:12am
Thank you very much for that wonderfully insightful comment and for the read :)
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9th Dec 2013 4:16am
Your right, those lines are what it boils down to for me too, it wouldn't mean much without them. Thanks for the list add, and for stopping by in the first place :)