Fading MirrorsA Poem by OhhhwillowI forgot the significance of forgotten places in a much missed wardrobe, of faces in the lines of books that created spaces in my consciousness. I remember now, the cool of quietness in a busy roomForetold misfortunes make their mark in fading mirrors And drown On the wall that watched you hurt for a plastic throne. Recollect the razor at your throat With the note you write To few In parched letters. Syllables starve for an honest remark Of the pages I embarked upon; The flickering falsities of fickle desire. Not one To greet with nostalgia, To admire or taste Not reeking of waste And Nasty, Loathsome rest In a crib of idle descriptions. Nameless depictions shine in spite of effulgent phenomenologies. The luminance of dancing in a silent room And the dust On my favourite worst writes
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15 Reviews Added on January 27, 2014 Last Updated on January 27, 2014 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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