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& everything is upstairs in a room where light never goes
By Corinthian
Blue and copper demons
trapped here in my static hell
writing
lullabies
across
my pillowcase
for sleeping alone
or with
the things that only love you back
when your lost
in them
Lies locking hancuffs
on my heavens
swallowing
chapter after chapter
of this holy book
sun stained skin
cold & sighing
this.
lipstick on white kisses
lining boxes
across the
floor.
filled with
fancy amber snowflakes
left to steep in insomnias
thankless hug
I was
someone
else before this
a distant hiroshima
maybe..
telling the time
with strokes of my hair
I am more stoned than
dreaming
perfumed melancholy
biting my lips
filling cracks in
my tongue with flavors
I thought were extinct .
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Copyright 2011 Corinthian
Published on Tuesday, March 6, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "& everything is upstairs in a room where light never goes "
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A former member wrote:
sad...melancholic
penned with tears...reading this although beautiful, feels as if one has stumbled upon a great tragedy.
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On Tuesday, October 25, 2011, dwells
(4284)
wrote:
Most unusual and some unique images to ponder, especially "extinct flavors" - now what could that be? Perhaps something from childhood? Thanks.
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A former member wrote:
good god this is beautiful corinthian. beautiful and devastatingly sad. your lines, your words, so full. "i was someone else before this, a distant hiroshima, maybe." you are something like a supernova dear, bright and all consuming, an explosion of grave forces. i am envious of your talents, never go away.
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On Tuesday, October 25, 2011, Devilish
(2657) wrote:
Lies locking handcuffs... Lipstick on white kisses... my tongue with flavors... This is my favorite...
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