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no more tricks left
by Ava Blui was full of heat,
the crimes around me camouflage my intentions
and you won’t see the fire when i’m holding it in my hands
and you’re not going to respond, are you?
you’re not even reading me anymore
you’re heading to Cedar Point soon
you’re praying to never see another email from me
and you’ve got no reasons to care what i commit myself to now
i keep hitting the walls, i keep seeing red in the sky and i’ve learned to fear airports
i remember everything good
i remember everyfuckingthing that was ever good
you’ve got a bridge to pass
you’ve got some strings to pull out of your stomach
and i’ll just sit here and sip my wine
and i’ll just pretend nothing was wrong,
nothing is really wrong with this picture
and i’ve still got
i’ve still got my door open
we never got to see fireworks together
we never got to learn how to keep each other warm
nothing can keep me sane now.
07/05/2010 Author's Note: ick
Posted on 07/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/05/10 at 10:08 PM This creates a terrible image of the facade of coping, while underneath is a mass of horror, fear and disquiet...there is a point that is passed where the mechanisms begin to fail...and we are left alone with the sound of our insides churning brokenly, a gasping, crumbling machine that is grinding to a halt. You have a gift for creating these portraits that are so unbearably in-depth that we cannot help but come out of them a little bit bloody, but a lot more wise. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/08/10 at 03:56 PM Beautifully carved from the abdomen of the heart. |
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