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A Mathmatic Me
by Christopher ShinAdd the thoughts
and the sum is
lost in the
cluttering of
the mind.
Subtract me,
and the liquor
burns through
the mind of you
and me.
Divide us and
the love that
defined us
is separated
by the ideals
of famous words.
We multiply the
desire only to
find that we
are only alone
in our beliefs.
I struggle against
the counting crows,
and their screams
awaken the desire
to find freedom
in their fluttering
wings.
And I think about
the sound of her wings,
and I am lost to
world. 11/28/2009 Posted on 11/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/28/09 at 06:19 PM Three things, and two of which are about silly semantics: First, unless you were going for something different, I believe it's spelled "mathematic." Secondly, your last two lines "and i am lost to / world" seemed awkward--not sure if this was intended to be that way. Third, none of the above prevents this poem from being awesome. Great write. :) |
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