Sta.sh
April 30th, just another day in my life,
Your heart beats faster with each breath,
Though I suspect this is because you\'re
poisoned by some crazy red, curved heart
on the pavement that says \"i love you\"
Yeah, I feel that way for you but that
doesn\'t mean you have to really act like
you appreciate it and the 12 roses I left
you by your apartment doorsteps each step
how deep they felt as I left my heart
next to the news of the world and a dead
mosquito with a blue and great abdomen with
red eyes (if you looked closely) still staring.
Now it\'s my turn to be lose my feelings in
a pond of algae and some unpredictable whirlpool of
emotions that you possess and throw about the
world with the dictatorship of an unstable
government. Red is the color of love and blood.
Red is the color of love and blood is no coincidence
I think. Late april showers are not likely to fall from
the sky and wash away the tears that will not roll down
your cheek and as my tears evaporated many years ago
in a broken hearted drought that never really ended
after discovering the intracacies of responsibility and
other useless discoveries that plague this ten stone sadness
and gravity of years that enslave me like a mountain blocking the sun
on my back to be placed on some tyrannical castle of someone
else\'s selfish and well-controlled desires. Between each
step at least life doesn\'t have much emphasis and in those
milliseconds lies a greater love that probably has more
charimatic entropy than the dead roses that\'ll be in the trash
in three days, browner than they were red; forgotten
more than they will ever be remembered.
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Poetry: the tendency of entropy to stick in the memory.
I kind of wish your last stanza didn't roll away like that. The poem seems to bulge at the seems. If love was like those cars at the intersection, i'd say those cars run on thousands of controlled explosions. Love is like that, thousands of controlled explosions.
~laz
step at least life doesn't have much emphasis and in those
milliseconds lies a greater love that probably has more
charimatic entropy than the dead roses that'll be in the trash
in three days"
...remember these words during the milliconds that pass between each step when you have one foot in free from the earth my friend
oh yeah, and you need to do something about that screenshot there mr. sloppy