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Imagine Everything Is Backwards
I just want to be
With the night.
Quietly write.
Just float in space,
And feel misplaced.
Weightlessly fly.
Gather letters and words,
Sounds that taste like rain.
Voicelessly sing.
Carefully calculate
Senselessness.
Condense the expansion.
Melt it into an ice cube
And swallow it whole.
Shut in the out.
Turn on the dark,
Greet each subtle whimsy,
As I dangle from the edge
Of a crescent moon.
...and swoon
I want to be with the night.
Alright?
Read George Carlin's life in
Read George Carlin's life in reverse
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
"Shut in the out"
"sounds that taste like rain" I love this writing. It makes me smile and float. Great title! - Stella
Aah, the night
Night – that time when the soup clarifies and you can pick out the bones.
Weightless... come back where
Weightless... come back where ever you are we miss you! Hugsss
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."
Still alive I am
Still alive I am
With bread,butter,jam
With my frail frame
Can‘t work in a farm
..............
©bishu
Nightlight... It's nice to
Nightlight... It's nice to see some words from you. Been so long since I've read you.
Copyright © JessterStarshine
"If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" -- Alice
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
The Roc
Hahaha!! Awesome, Roc!! How have u been? I have been painting and sp3nding time in other art medias!! Take care songwriter!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Alright.
I love this writing about writing ~A~
It makes me smile
It has always made me smile to share the love of words with one who has helped my growth in poetic verse. Postpoems....eternally yours in prose from the wings of angels' thoughts unthought. Thank you Stella, for sharing so much of you.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Re-Reading nightlight1220
Just cruisin' for some good writin' and found it here again. In a strange place and this poem defines where I have arrived - exquisite sounds - slc (04-19-19)