Feel UsA Poem by tekphobikDrink less thesaurus, she said in whiskey whispers
Pretty little vapid curves
Form the comely and extraneous words That sob teardrops onto supercilious silicon boards So that my reticent psyche will grow quiet My animus has dressed up her Sunday best Belie my glassy doe-eyes and elucidate my pretension A kinship of validation and hollowed advocacy Kindly, graciously, touch my trifles For they clandestinely crave conformed and corpulent catharsis My impetuous repugnance come manifest When ironic light strikes blind nerves So carapacial syllables seem over-significant My heartsoul begs for comprehension and companion Though my prose obfuscates a desperate hunt of beauty And I retreat to darkness for exigent rest © 2011 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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