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do you exist
Do you exist?
I sent you naked photos of Allison when you were in the hospital
I was glad that I could make you smile.
I said the word nice a lot back then.
Even though I can’t imagine you loving me, I can’t help but imagine loving you
We’ll get a cat and name it after dead artists or the color of its fur
Why did you hurt yourself after I left?
I thought that we promised each other that we wouldn’t do anything worse as long as the other didn’t
I thought you were beautiful when you cried in my arms.
Are they helping you there, or are they just giving you pills?
I used to have thoughts of harming other people too.
I used to imagine sculpting people like works of art and cutting them open and apart.
You said you wouldn’t let me disappear, but then you became a ghost instead
The letters you wrote me, fashioned into puzzle pieces
“I wish we could share dreams” you’d say
What is poetry
that does not take walks or recollect about the past, about weeping or laughing, or watch teardrops form on the face of a child caught in a lie. Poetry should bear witness and inspire a little hope. Nevertheless, poetry is only as liberating as the vanity of human desires. We are painters with only words we don’t own the colors of the pallet or, the stroke of the brush that can give a hue to a young models blush, we are not like a Van Gogh. So to make art the poet sometimes must form a time chain of associations and ideas that enact the workings of consciousness. So if you can also, create art on a canvas all the better, keep writing it will open your senses to many vistas..
be happy
stay safe
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
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Now youre scaring me, if it is just art, then it is in its highest form, if not and it is a part of you, have my prayers. although disturbing it is also a great written piece.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."