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living, breathing typo
by Rachelle Howewhat harm can i do?
you act as if a broken animal, and
i've beaten you on the way down.
as much as a look can send you spiraling and
liqoured nails are twice the thread.
i've spoken to you in poetry since we were children
but sanskrit isn't easily translated.
you say to me that
these things have come to pass for a reason.
i tell you you've stumbled upon the fountain of youth.
and all the world could be as crumbled as a temple,
we worship ourselves in riddles and counterfeit prophecies.
after all, what harm can it do?
words are simply words and
i've been misspelled for years. 10/02/2003 Author's Note: i get so inspired when i smoke. *grin.*
Posted on 10/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/02/03 at 04:53 PM This line is especially interesting: "we worship ourselves in riddles and counterfeit prophecies." |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/04/03 at 06:51 PM There's some remarkable originality here. I'm with Julie; that last line, "I've been misspelled for years", is pure genius. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 10/09/03 at 04:53 PM Lol.. I get inspired when I smoke too, however the result of that doesn't usually turn out as great as yours does. |
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