Spoke Of

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Out Of
June 11, 2009 / 12:18 am

Was it you who sent
The word I was back?
It's a vent, talent
Wasted on anxiety attack.

Where are the flowers?
Love's healing powers?
April showers and small hours?

Yeah, I guess I'm here
Again, intent on sincere,
Severe truth. There is
No fountain of youth. I'm
Perpetually uncouth. Almost
Too much. In poetry, it's my
Crutch. I never could double
Dutch. There is a you and
There is a me and we are
Equivalent to a bachelor's
Degree. Not worth anything
In the real world but I unfurled
The linguistic string. As useless
As a wedding ring. And painful
As a bee sting. This is in full
Swing, in my mind at least,
Poems set free that were
Previously unreleased. Priest
Of due east unleashed my inner
Beast. Your welcome in advance
For the song and dance.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

this is the crux for me, the heart that promises to grow those emotions that made you one of my true faves.

Yeah, I guess I'm here
Again, intent on sincere,
Severe truth.

recognizable voice, strong and willing to share blood if thats what it takes along with calling up the lemonade moments of the day.

[wolfshrew]

this skipped like a stone, beautifully.

[BjH]

"As useless
As a wedding ring. And painful
As a bee sting."

I pick out lines to often, mainly for ease but this is amazing.

ValVal I hope you are back to write more.
Benjamin