#1
This might be the last post I make for the foreseeable future. I know I'll be back but I honestly don't know when. Until then, I just want to thank this community for all the love and support over the years.


The Last Song

I smell chlorine, so strong it tastes of steel-
the slightest things set it off, I swear.
Swipe the fog, look in the mirror and see him,
look back in the bathwater, a thin layer of film.
but still, a reflection. They tell me in time I'll accept it,
that I'll channel the tears I have and will shed into
channels to swim and be blessed in, to baptize
my unborn sons and nephews not from a churchpew,
but from his memory. For others, what an aesthetic;
but from my perspective, it feels like I haven't slept in days,
descending from pink clouds while on a hallucinogenic,
seeing my sister in a wedding dress, sprawling, embroidered,
white chandeliers brimming in the foyer, the elegant rain
holding off til after the honeymoon. Soon, it'll ebb in dull pangs,
but then it will flow with vile excess off knowing that very day
there'll be a grandchild he never did meet, his wife
he never did grow old with, and his little baby girl
who walked down the aisle with the shadow of his absence.
here, My Dear, here it is
Last edited by SubwayToVenus at Oct 3, 2012,
#3
This is so good, sad though. I wish I could be useful and give a critique but it's just perfect as is.
#4
This hits home.

You will be missed.

thanks for reading my stuff, too
マリ「しあわっせはーあるいってこないだーからあるいってゆっくんだねーん 
いっちにっちいっぽみーかでさんぽ
 さーんぽすすんでにっほさっがるー 
じーんせいはっわんつー!ぱんち・・・


"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching