red runs raw through
lines dancing all over me tonight
its about singing poetry to a book
why try?
screaming inside out
with lips stitched shut
dont scare the bird away
pierce deeper, italics on white paper
its about keeping it beautiful
why not?
one day I'll write an immortal prose
one day I'll drop my scribe altogether
-pretty feather
who'd have thought doves had claws?
(to be understood, heard, something i need
but why write to those who wont learn to read)
















Comments
Fantastic.
-Chella
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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"God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we, for no creatures under God are as like him as we are."
-Chella
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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