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Untimely time

Untimely time

A Poem by Count Humilus
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Silence of me

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 Since we didn’t catch the wind

We’ll stick to the depths

Shining with unrest

Swirls of a broken mirror’s spin

Never catching the cycle

Just cutting your hands

Midnight hikes

Pavement hills and fake tans

The ground gives out

I scream and shout

I need a rope,

To stop me sliding down this slope

It’s dark where I land

Quieter then dropping sand

6 feet deep is well above me

Plans of an escape

I am breathing in a stranger’s silhouette

Splurging on the drug intake

Cause if I remember correctly it is supposed to rain

And it’s just a matter of hours before the dirt sets

 

 

© 2009 Count Humilus


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Wonderfully descriptive way you wove your hollowness throughout this piece.
I really like your writes the more and more I delve into them.
Yes, this is wonderful..

Posted 14 Years Ago


This sounds like an escape from reality. Nice one.

Posted 15 Years Ago


how i loved the tile ,i was dragged in..
how lovely ,i am amazed by your writes ,how deep they are,you do write wonders..
i did not catch you all the way ,this was as far..
did not catch the wind,so we are stuck to the depths
we shine with unrest just cutting our hands..
the grounds give way..and we scream out ..
need a rope ..stop me sliding this slope
i am in the dark lands,so quiet ,place full of sands
6 feet deep well above me,somebody help
i could hardly breathe in this strange land
as i remember its supposed to rain..just a little before dirt sets in
sad write ,as i read it ,we are so swallowed in life matters that all sudden
as we pass..we even remember it was going to rain soon..
i just love the thought and the feelings ,the words ,their choice
how wonderful you do it my friend ,my second read of you
both were so great ..
lovely write..

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very interesting and creative... I read this and see how a person can get caught up in material things and people being fake and losing who they really are... then they get in so deep the real them is buried under an avalanche of dirt. Raw and powerful expression, great work.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Count Humilus
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