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I did not photoshop this
by Vikki Owensi create the images with
my oscilloscope, soundwaves function
in my brain like brush-strokes,
i see the nerve rings in your eyes,
the defibrillator does not lie,
stop the heart, let the picture die.
the projector flashes the light of this life..
i miss you everyday, you feel like a hole in my side,
water and wine like a tide of regret,
these things feel more real than the blood that i let,
place a tap in my arm and harness it. 04/13/2011 Posted on 04/13/2011
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/11 at 08:28 PM "i miss you everyday, you feel like a hole in my side,
water and wine like a tide of regret,
these things feel more real than the blood that i let,
place a tap in my arm and harness it."--What a great line. This is fantastic. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/16/17 at 02:17 PM This poem possesses so much beauty and elegance of longing. Who cannot relate to these words never dared to love. |
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