Feel UsA Poem by tekphobikDrink less thesaurus, she said in whiskey whispers
Pretty little vapid curves
Form the comely and extraneous words That sob teardrops onto supercilious silicon boards So that my reticent psyche will grow quiet My animus has dressed up her Sunday best Belie my glassy doe-eyes and elucidate my pretension A kinship of validation and hollowed advocacy Kindly, graciously, touch my trifles For they clandestinely crave conformed and corpulent catharsis My impetuous repugnance come manifest When ironic light strikes blind nerves So carapacial syllables seem over-significant My heartsoul begs for comprehension and companion Though my prose obfuscates a desperate hunt of beauty And I retreat to darkness for exigent rest © 2011 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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