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Silence
You might sell sonnets for a smile on the sidewalk
while I try to find the pieces of my soul
in the words of a stranger, in a book with a pretty spine,
and how I wish I had one - and some guts to match,
instead of all these hollow bones.
while I try to find the pieces of my soul
in the words of a stranger, in a book with a pretty spine,
and how I wish I had one - and some guts to match,
instead of all these hollow bones.
Published 1st Dec 2012
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1st Dec 2012 11:29am
1st Dec 2012 1:50pm
Anonymous
1st Dec 2012 5:16pm
"and how I wish I had one - and some guts to match"
The simple fact that I was able to read this short shot to the solar plexus shows it's THERE. Sit straighter in the knowledge of sharing this piece is proof of courage, nothing hollow about those bones!
The simple fact that I was able to read this short shot to the solar plexus shows it's THERE. Sit straighter in the knowledge of sharing this piece is proof of courage, nothing hollow about those bones!
1st Dec 2012 7:49pm
Your poems actually have the ability to make me feel vulnerable. I find myself reading them as slowly as I possibly can so I can stay in their world and not have to come back to reality so quickly. You capture so many emotions I've felt before and perspectives I've noted without saying any of them outright. Anyway, you know how great you are and I hope we can talk again soon :)
2nd Dec 2012 5:51am
You're so nice. Thank you! You must know I feel the same about your work, right? Also if you keep up with all of this being lovely stuff I'll acquire the greatest ego! And I am forever looking forward to our chats, they are genuinely one of the greatest highlights of any day.
