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it isn't the same anymore
by Ava Blu
I said I would start August with my daily lines
but the days began and I had nothing
I could start now, right in the middle of it all
no one would bother showing up
the season for artistic tastes has left
my mouth drops open
the dew from a coke-filled nose
escapes
everyones lines have been told
and retold year after year
linesintoliesintothe ground
I will keep snorting lines
until the heat of August bleeds them dry.
08/14/2007 Author's Note:
you can't hold my words against me
sometimes they're just words...
Posted on 08/15/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 08/15/07 at 03:02 AM if i was a monster i would sniff you |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/15/07 at 04:56 AM Damn good words though. Powerful, too. |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/03/07 at 04:02 AM There's a sort of battle here. Creativity vs. futility. Desire vs. cold rationalism. And despite the conclusion, I don't see the conflict ending. However, there's something they say about conflict and writing and whatever--the wording escapes me--and it's at work. That's one of the best things about not writing: it's something worth writing about. Funny how that works. |
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