Neon Disease

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Self Explanatory.

Neon diseases,
And,
Florescent Scents,
Still,
Stale by goodbyes,
To strawberry eyes.

Artificially lit up,
But,
Crawling down & Crawling up,
Brand 
labeled ,
Bottles of autumn's proxy.
Rocks of cotton battles,
Feel like sugar marches,
  When winds,
Blow,
Any,
Word over me;
Breathe, and breathe into me.

Anesthesia in the lungs,
Amnesia on the breath,
Laughter at distractions,
As,
Simple as mirrors,

And even nearer still.

 

 

 


Submitted: June 19, 2013

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Criss Sole

I liked this one. In particular I liked the line, "Anesthesia in the lungs." Very well written.

Sat, July 6th, 2013 7:18pm

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