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title already forgotten and you won't recognize a thing anymore
by Olivia Weinkeinlove without death is
sky without stars.
i stand in the shadows
confess everything to broken
silverware, watch the sun touch down
to burn you.
oh were i a child again i would have
trapped you in a glass jar, watched you
shine shine shine,
released you at nightfall with no thoughts.
no thoughts at all.
even this poem will forget you by morning.
but i
but i
but i have lived enough years to know better.
you are what lives on the tip of my tongue,
what comes after as i write another lie
and wink in your general direction.
everything you've ever known about me is
false and i will break my own hands just to show
you.
04/30/2004 Posted on 05/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 05/01/04 at 06:08 AM Superb write. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 05/01/04 at 08:17 AM i agree. very cool. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/14/06 at 01:48 PM A fine POTD! I love the lingering repetitions, the fire fly reference, and your wry honesty with yourself. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/14/06 at 02:09 PM Beautiful poem; I love the melancholy tone and the brilliant imagery. Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/14/06 at 08:48 PM very nice, i liked the repition and the flow of actions. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/12/07 at 04:17 PM i love the self-destruction. "and i will break my own hands just to show you." that's terrific! |
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