I am poor for the lord .

By Corinthian

writing Â tragedies
across the corners of my bed

Taught to .....
stay hidden
and quiet
while the floor where
I stand is almost gone ...Â

heartbroken panthers
are sleeping outside of my door ....

& I caress the softest thing that IÂ knowÂ Â
..holding tight
onto my own hand
here in the architects a.loneliest ....
Â light ...

while the sky vomits white .
Â

he holds my breath all night long
and I awaken with
snowflakes and sighsÂ Â

flames

and reflections.

Splitting theÂ navy blue lightÂ

into ribbons

down the hallway
Â
wall

time is soft like dusted lilys ....Â

you taste like honey & snow

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Published on Thursday, December 15, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "I am poor for the lord ."

On Tuesday, July 18, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

nicely done! please post more...
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

On each reread the magic seeps in deeper and deeper. A wonderful poem.
On Sunday, January 29, 2012, veingo (526) wrote:

The images are nearly overpowering. Taking my mind away from the very words. I had to re-read a couple of times.. ^V^
On Sunday, January 29, 2012, WatchTheWorldCollapse (15) wrote:

this is very pleasing. i can almost put a melody to it. would be very good lyrics =)
On Friday, December 16, 2011, dwells (4177) wrote:

The sky vomiting white was quite picturesque and I too recall the taste of snow, although I haven't seen it in many years. THanks for this thoughtful piece, well done as always.
A former member wrote: wow ~ HDL.
A former member wrote: You have a unique way with words that sting as pelting rain. There is still a fleeting light hidden in those grey kisses that fall in the darkness.
On Thursday, December 15, 2011, freudian-slip (236) wrote:

unexpected ending ..that is what I like about it.