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some short poems (old notebooks)

Poetry By: brucek

some very short poems that i always hoped that i could add to but they kept saying to me "stop fussing with us. we're finished. leave us alone." and since i always listen to the voices in my head i left them alone. it's not my fault!

Submitted:May 25, 2011    Reads: 58    Comments: 7    Likes: 1   

Smoke rings danced above my head

In the quiet of my room

I watched them fade away instead

Of dancing with them.



The dying death.

That came flying,





A forest of chairs darkens the hall.

The guests have left them growing roots.

And even the wood beneath my feet

Seems scattered with fallen silent leaves.


My fears still chase me down the hall.

Looking back,

I see their shadows

Flying darkly at my heels.


Seven sins await my lover,

Long and lush and deep.

Wonderful abandonment,

Joy and peace and sleep.


I'm gonna dive into your consciousness

And summersault your mind.

Your seventh dream's gone borrowing,

You're a rusty year behind.


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