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I'm growing smaller every day, your fingers
Folding down these lines,
Secreted scars a surgeon's touch
Could never heal (or recreate).
Started out six feet
Before you turned me back towards the grave,
Your callow origami slave
Of foreign tissue;
Shallow lake of paper thoughts
You tried to salvage as a swan
And honey, Jupiter was wrong
But heck
You knew that all along.
Folding down these lines,
Secreted scars a surgeon's touch
Could never heal (or recreate).
Started out six feet
Before you turned me back towards the grave,
Your callow origami slave
Of foreign tissue;
Shallow lake of paper thoughts
You tried to salvage as a swan
And honey, Jupiter was wrong
But heck
You knew that all along.
Literature
circumspect.
i want to try you on for size
like a portrait you
buy to see if it matches
the mahogany of the wall.
i want to pull you over my head
and see if i like the way you look
on me.
i want to excavate a hole
into my chest
and see if you fit the way
i'd like you to.
i want to curl my rib cage
inwards and try to keep
the butterflies there;
but the weird thing about
butterflies
is that as soon as you
try to hold them in
they die.
i want to try you on for size,
hold you close and try
to love you,
but i don't know if i can-
and love has
a real messed up
return policy.
Literature
she said
i asked her
why she didn't write
any more than
she needed
and
she said it was
too personal
too exploitative
too painful
to line a page
with words
for me.
i asked her why
why she stopped painting
filming our
every moment
and
she said
(whispered, really)
she can't
her hands
too stiff
too old
too sad
to splash color on page
for me.
i asked her
why she doesn't love me
like she used
to.
and
she said
she's
too tired
forever
to answer that question
for me.
Literature
Suspira - a first
The dandelions cried today.
Because after the dusktime,
Where lonely shadows
Take out their fraying edges,
Morning really has broken.
Words un-spoken, songs un-sung;
And morning, this time,
Doesn't quite cut it.
The blackbird's gone missing.
Sometimes I wonder
If it was ever really there.
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I've always wanted to know how to make them. 
Experimenting with broken rythmns here, by putting rhymes where they needn't necessarily be. I'm not really sure whether that was a good idea or not. Any comments you have are welcome, good or bad, either way is constructive.
Experimenting with broken rythmns here, by putting rhymes where they needn't necessarily be. I'm not really sure whether that was a good idea or not. Any comments you have are welcome, good or bad, either way is constructive.
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I love how this started out, with a touch of bitterness.. and it ended bitterly too. I think the broken rhymes worked in your favor, I love how this sounds. <3