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This is my first try at writting a surreal poem. Constructive Criticism would be nice :) hope you enjoy!

Submitted:Mar 22, 2012    Reads: 31    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

The still calmness of eventide strung around your throat in creamy spheres

strung into lullabys of insane words

nosed into nostrils

smelling of forbidden french bread

chaos was always your karma

A tanning light bulb purtruded through the delicate blue wallpaper of the morning

when night flourishes into day

conversations were only shared with god

masquerade ends,a whore's hangover begins,

and the grass suddenly becomes a kinder shade of green

Embryos are clensed of the sins they hadn't yet begun

stuck in the crossfire of natural occurrences

the clouds cried and cried

you denied him in the midst of rebirth,

and he still calls you his child


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