It Soaks InA Poem by MelissaBlackYes- Let the tender flames of All that Is Goodness tumble in Streams and Rivers around your Silhouette " It doesn’t have to Soak in Now. Realization takes His sweet Time, Playing tricks and fooling Us into believing we have lost That which we have had all Along. That which skates down our Vessels and Plays games with the Vast Spaces stitched within Matter and Memories and Every Decision that projects itself from The walking talking architectural Genius that We are " The products of the Trails we leave behind us and The crooked road before us Illuminated dimly with Ancient, crumbling street lamps. It’s in your Marrow, Soaked to your Core. Yes- You can watch my face contort with Ecstasy at my own Realization that there exists a Blueberry in every bite and The sloppy kisses of a Newborn can dribble down Our chins forever and Even if we hold a veil Of ashy browns and greys Over our own Vision, There are always Windows. There are always Pores on the Surface flooded with That Which We Are Scared to Forget And corridors marinating with That Which We Never Will. © 2013 MelissaBlack |
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Added on September 20, 2013 Last Updated on September 20, 2013 AuthorMelissaBlackLittleton, COAboutSometimes, stories just pour from me. They come in all forms. Sometimes they make a lot of sense, and sometimes I don't even know what they mean. They always feel right, and they always make sense at .. more..Writing
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