![]() My Eyes Fill With RedA Poem by Foxemerald![]() Pain and catharsis. A vent for my feelings in a flash gone by, timely moment. An instant, captured, but for good I cannot say or recommend, unfortunately. It made me feel better to write it, though.![]() My Eyes Fill With Red Why do my eyes fill up with red strain? Why, dear, do they crackle? Why do I seem silly to myself? Perhaps I've forgotten, fluency. To dash fluency against a rock, to kill it- to create in its waves never ending- make granite from them. Granite can be broken- The art of poetry I'll scatter, against the floor, so in a million ways, little balls of sparkling red, ornaments break- and a Christmas tree resembling in my poor mind, what once these soulful words, had meant- but now they have from their brambles fell . . . and swooped to mourning, breaking upon impact. Will I ever find for what I'm looking? Can fluency and poetry, mean anything to me? True. True. They do glitter . . . ornaments of red have roguish associations however- and poetry breaks- languages are granite, thrown against the sorry wall! How shall I shatter them all? These words I want to break like the pen I'm holding. Break them . . . break- them. © 2012 Foxemerald |
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Added on July 9, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 Author![]() FoxemeraldMIAboutHi, So, I see you’ve found me. Since the excitement and mystery of being the ‘anonymous writer’ has been shorn, let me tell you a little more about myself. I graduate with a Bache.. more..Writing
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