I polish my nails each a different color
Hoping that this would add some colors to my soul
I cut my hair, each day a bit shorter
Hoping that this would cut out the dark feelings inside
I wear hippie cloths and walk bare feet
Hoping that this would prove my existence
In a world that is turning colorless, feeling-less and cold
I reach out to you, hug you till it hurts
Hoping that this would show you I still feel
I grab you, grasp you till you suffocate
Hoping that afterwards I will be the one to make you breathe
And then, I will go back to polishing my nails,
Cutting my hair and trying on different cloths,
Everyday.
And then, I will write about it on my blog.
And then, I will read it emotively the day after
Trying to recollect the facts that triggered this flow of emotions.
I write to remember.
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
2 comments:
You know? I sometimes write to forget...
you know what as well? we shud get together...if people like us don't get together, I wonder who would?!! Your pain is my pain...this state of forlornness is universal..it's the human condition in this life. It happened that only a relatively "few" ppl like us are awake to it...alert by its pressure..we shud get together..
a very strong piece with much emotion..well done..
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