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when pithy roadmaps fail
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After Death time is watching possibilities pop like bubbles
as each road not taken drifts away
it's all a grand adventure until you have to choose
which of your own limbs to sever and leave behind
it doesn't matter what you pick
your beating heart stays forever in the ruts
carved by wheels that chose left or right
with a shade more ease perhaps.
sometimes it's not about what you didn't do
it's about choosing what in you will die forever
when life refuses to let you live.
I am breathless after reading
I am breathless after reading this. You are INCREDIBLE. Every line is a dark place searching for some sort of light. thank you
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
that's such a sweet
that's such a sweet compliment, you are far too kind :)
Nice write...welcome to the
Nice write...welcome to the dark side'
"Deepinyourdreams"
thanks lol ive been here once
thanks lol ive been here once or twice :)
Tonight
I will dream of severed limbs aligning the road not taken. Somebody else's limbs. I rise from the dark zone and plant tulips and roses. It's a cop out, but yellow and pink kill the darkness.
the flowers are very sweet of
the flowers are very sweet of you :) i hope u dont dream of it though. this is yet another poem about the grief process.