More of the same.

More of the same.

A Poem by dukovan
"

feel good about this one.

"
I was a frame.
You were a wave made out of paint
and you leaked and stained what I made.

I swore it was all for you.

Now I'm a grave
with no time to save so I'm giving you time
to escape from your mind into mine.

Such a s****y house for you.

I hold my breath and refrain
from holding you back from the day.

We look so much alike.
I am a mirror and you are kite.
I've never really felt the breeze like you.

Now find the key to tie yourself down.
The sky is a painting fresh out of the clouds
and I can't find the words to express myself.

So now I hold my breath and refrain.
The breeze always pauses again.

The meaning is more of the same;
so much more.

I'm sorry and you are ashamed.
There's no one to blame.
In a way we're both the same.

© 2012 dukovan


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Mia
EEEEEK, this is too cool for school. funny you should say "ask a quesion about it" because I have one. Whats the significance of you being a mirror?
My favourite parts:

"Now I'm a grave
with no time to save so I'm giving you time
to escape from your mind into mine."

"I'm sorry and you are ashamed.
There's no one to blame.
In a way we're both the same."


Posted 12 Years Ago


dukovan

12 Years Ago

Basically I was trying to go back to the idea of the first and second stanza where I show her as a p.. read more
Mia

12 Years Ago

!Ah ha I see, such a powerful and clever metaphor :) thanks for explaining it to me...I look forward.. read more

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