Faith Grows

Typing a description is tiresome.

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September 12, 2009 2 / 3:52 am

No new mail, that's a
Tough sell. I smile,
Walk the mile, pull
The strings, pretend
We're kings. Dance
When it's appropriate,
Clean that up lickety
Split. And through all
This I am disconnected,
Content to be undetected.
The shell that is hell, well
Spell it out for me. Am I
Lacking vitamin c or is it
That I never got my degree?
I promised I'd stop asking
Questions, I'm up for
Suggestions. I'm sprouting
Word trees like sleepy zzz's,
Up and out of my mind,
Unrefined and intertwined.
Leave behind the rind, I'm
Better when not confined.

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[PianoandPage]

you definitely have a stacatto ryhming style that works for you. usually i'm annoyed by poets that rely on rhymne too much but for you it works. you have skillz (yes i spelt it with a "z") and it adds a quirky sort of rumbling through your mind at frickin 3am vibe.

this poem for me reminds me of writing just to write out your "busy thoughts" as you are awake at ungodly hours. the sort of "don't censor me" rant combined with a bit of self-introspection.

i get the sense that writing for you is not a choice, it's the only way you get to be heard.

[BjH]

i never get tired of your style
never