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reality is
by Emily Davidsoni take long drives at dusk
and i am haunted by
the juggling of theories between my thoughts
i think about
the boy who left me,
the boy who won't take me,
and the boy who needs me
and my heart cries while
my brain tries to talk her out of it
[but reality is that i'm lost]
i admire the sunset because i don't care
if it's cliché;
i like the way orange clouds shamelessly drip onto
purple sky
and i think:
i'd like to meet god,
he is the most wonderful painter 11/13/2005 Author's Note: random burst of thought. i don't like this at all but i'm trying to post everything i write.
Posted on 11/14/2005
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 11/17/05 at 02:25 AM Reality is: unlike you, I did like it. "the way orange clouds shamelessly drip onto purple sky", in particular, struck me as a really good phrase. Seems like the last line fell sort of flat, though, and could be reworded to make this piece really shine. |
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