The Doctor
Falling In Love With The Board
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 8786
  | January 1st, 2008 at 04:53pm Tall sylph, masculine in an indefinite way,
sparking like champagne in a dirty glass.
Oh, social manna, what secrets you secrete
with each bow, each smile, each blink.
You glide effortlessly in clumpy shoes -
too course for you but they suit you so.
Grinning like a clown, etched permanently to
your face. What sacrilege, what blasphemy!
Decorating perfection in such a gaudy way.
Granite hard, the creamy teeth gurn and turn
sour; far too perfect and straight. So much
too late. No heart designated, I amble away
empty-handed, empty child. I will hold mine
for you, for my Master or my Doctor. |
lyrical_mess
Falling In Love With The Board
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 5278
| January 22nd, 2008 at 01:38pm Grinning like a clown, etched permanently to
your face. What sacrilege, what blasphemy!
Decorating perfection in such a gaudy way.
Wow. I...love that line. I want to have its children, weird as it sounds. Actually, I pretty much adore that entire stanza. Like...input=output. It flows so well and you can tell you put yourself into it. It's just perfect as it can possibly be. |
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | March 23rd, 2008 at 07:18pm You know, I've missed reading your poetry.
This is a beautiful piece of writing. Simple, little lines such as:
You glide effortlessly in clumpy shoes -
too course for you but they suit you so.
add such an innocent depth to your work and inspires it with passion. |
