You're the breathing deadA Poem by eglantineYou're looking at yourself through tinted glass; you're not aware that summer's passed.
Shivering in a mini skirt, you tighten your hug and think it could be worse-- you could be in love.
But oh, how your arms tremble from holding yourself together and seperated from life; but life is what you need since you're the breathing dead.
You mistake the snow for ash and the wind for whispers; the night is falling--an icy crash and the homeless angels stir.
Your stars are just broken glass and your chapped lips pray for a wish-- you just want something to last-- something other than life's ashen kiss.
But oh, how your arms tremble from holding yourself together and seperated from life; but life is what you need since you're the breathing dead.
And the angels are selling their wings for cocaine, poets are pawning their souls for comfort. This is the world I live in you whisper to your reflection in the tinted glass
and you blink and you blink and you blink but you're already awake, you're just the breathing dead. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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Added on July 13, 2012Last Updated on July 20, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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