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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Jasmine's Poetry

Blue Sky

Stream of consciousness to get the juices flowing.

Seethe -

I am left when
you are right;

you are not
deserving.

Seethe -

I have said my
goodbyes.

No longer will my
tongue taste your
knife.

No longer will my
blood know your
venom.

Seethe -

On my feet again
I wallow towards
the light to greet
a blue sky.

Anstey - on Aug. 16 2008

great to see you writing again Jazzy.  If you ever go back to this and want to make something of it, my first thought is: find a cohesive image that can tie all that together -- preferrably something that 'seeths' -- i don't think that repetition alone really does enough work to justify this.

BUT, you wrote something. That has to feel great. Rock on Jazz.


Rws - on Aug. 16 2008

my sky became steel blue

at the thought of loving you

as if knives caressed my veins

and I'd learned to worship pain

Just my thoughts on the direction your post took my insomniacal brain. Work on this and put a slight edge to it when the mood strikes. I like where you're going with this.

Bill


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