#1
sometimes [poetry's] like watching an old friend bleeding,
silently documenting the moaning and pleading.
c4c. ots.


cinderblock
grave digging and
evening out my breathing,
sometimes it's like watching an old friend bleeding,
silently documenting the moaning and pleading.
she spent one whole day on her knees,
praying to the last piano key,
"strike a chord with me, or tell me anything,
wrap your angel wings around my weakening
spine." there's a falling sadness in her eyes,
but for each hour of the night, she ran her tears dry
and ground her knees into that cheap wooden paneling,
and i would have another drink and a little more understanding.
this wasn't the first time she'd been abandoned by the sun,
and i rode around on the city bus with pale reflections of
my heart-shaped locket love, tangled in chain so that
our hearts may never touch, and
it wasn't the first time i'd sold my wedding ring for another drink,
and in the dim-light, midnight, manic panic of aimless joy
i saw a wolf shaped like fingerprints described in window mist,
and it howled at nothing in particular,
bellicose beauty screaming at the wind.
i laughed at the thought, though that dear woman
was still perched on her bloody knees praying
that god would bring her back to me.
screaming at the wind.
#2
this is powerful, and masterfully written. One day, you will write something i can nitpick. But you're just too damn good. I loved this, but then again, when do i ever not?
#3
christ, man.

there was a touch of cliche in the angel wings line and such but overall, this was quite a read.

Hope everythings going alright.
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Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me