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The walls reverberated to the beat of my heart;
they were hollow after their seperation
from milk and honey.
Time passed:
the walls are all solid now
and I have control.
Wading through the humid air,
droplets of sweat collecting on my forehead.
How long has life gone away without you?
I can't remember the last time I had you smother me.
I miss the old days;
they were wrong,
that doesn't bother me though,
and it didn't then.
The quiet lingers in my mind
and takes up the space of my house--
a hard concrete sustaining the solid walls
of this emptiness inside.
I long for a toke
or a kiss.
Ghosts of you are all that remain:
I have to dispell them.
Goodbye my love.
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Walls
to the beat of my heart:
milk, honey.
Solid
now-- that
I have control.
Humid--
drops of sweat collect my forehead.
How,
how
long without you?
See, i cant tell you how to write.
Only to experiment
I can't remember the last time I had you smother me.
I miss the old days;
they were wrong,
that doesn't bother me though,
and it didn't then.
The quiet lingers in my mind
and takes up the space of my house--
a hard concrete sustaining the solid walls
of this emptiness inside.
I long for a toke
or a kiss.
Ghosts of you are all that remain:
I have to dispell them.
Goodbye my love.
What is that in your profile picture, Kerbonzo? Do I know already?
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(10-08-2021, 11:20 AM)rowens Wrote: Walls
to the beat of my heart:
milk, honey.
Solid
now-- that
I have control.
Humid--
drops of sweat collect my forehead.
How,
how
long without you?
See, i cant tell you how to write.
Only to experiment
I can't remember the last time I had you smother me.
I miss the old days;
they were wrong,
that doesn't bother me though,
and it didn't then.
The quiet lingers in my mind
and takes up the space of my house--
a hard concrete sustaining the solid walls
of this emptiness inside.
I long for a toke
or a kiss.
Ghosts of you are all that remain:
I have to dispell them.
Goodbye my love.
What is that in your profile picture, Kerbonzo? Do I know already?
My profile pick is a painting I made actually.
I love how you diluted my work so simply but effectively!
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diluted, but deluded?
i think i recognize the figure in your painting.
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(10-08-2021, 11:49 AM)rowens Wrote: diluted, but deluded?
i think i recognize the figure in your painting.
Tell me what you think it is.
Made it when I was feeling emo, anyones guess what it could be.
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do you often feel emo?
is that still a thing.
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(10-08-2021, 12:13 PM)rowens Wrote: do you often feel emo?
is that still a thing.
I am clinically depressed-- so yeah, emo is another way of putting it.
Poetry is a good way to spill your guts, and art in general.
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im not depressed. but im other things.
so your painting was improvisational, no figure in mind?
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(10-08-2021, 12:54 PM)rowens Wrote: im not depressed. but im other things.
so your painting was improvisational, no figure in mind?
Yessir, in fact, I have another I like more.
Think I might change mine.
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Hey beenz-
Since this is MISC, I'll only leave a comment:
I notice that you post a whole lot while barely leaving any critique. This is supposed to be a two way street...
Offering constructive critique is often harder than writing your own stuff, but by offering it you will find that it strengthens you own work.
Just an observation,
Mark
