Today:
Another figurative apple cup
Red swatches
Lines of strayed burn
A bite I’ll leave
Can you taste it?
A sort of velvet strum
Coated in off key sharps
Up and down,
Round and quiet
‘It is bitter!’
My moon,
It was always-
So
Tell me,
Has the wind never
Creased your cherry locks?
The shores never
Whispered their deaths into the sand?
Four years
And I’d have said the same
Hiroshima
Seconds and sharply, change
The world isn’t new
A particle, a mote perhaps
Says burn papers
Expel the paint
Try the fever
‘But it is hot and cold like summer rain’
Witch! Has it not come,
The white?
Truth in pearls
Today has never been.
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That lilting power is impressive
(sylvia plath is great, so is this)
if all sin is equal then so is all art
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"You young people... it's all tea and muffins and excitement in your world."
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"You young people... it's all tea and muffins and excitement in your world."
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/*"ThAt aRtiSt Boy iS sO fuCkiNg DiZzY" She SaiD tO hEr RefLectiOn*\
but my english sucks
and i can not appreciate what she wrote
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Battle Cry: [link]
Contact: (PLS let me know who you are)
Facebook: [link]
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