ana liil

By anaksunamun

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slits in the ribs admit light and red . it is too cold for lies and not caring
stuck with an open window all the time, O ten that might leap into the street with minimal encumberment jangling translucent asphalt against an elasticity of bones and her velvet and slpeen that you've been tossing toward a gutter, puts warm mouth and face against the streaming of her body. Pretend that you are dead it wont hurt as long, your pain should not seem less wondrous than your joy.

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Published on Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

P|O|V â–²

Comments on "ana liil"

On Tuesday, January 2, 2018, Cassette (1087) wrote:

this is full of something I can't put my finger on... I'm speechless.
A former member wrote: I guess the "tragic" thing for me in this is I honestly can't blame anyone for easily grasping the tone of this. A point to where feeling is feeling and nothing more. Good or bad its already fused into one entity. Possibly some are just born with the genetic blender in their heart? Maybe some are born hiding it better? Great pen.
On Wednesday, February 25, 2015, anaksunamun (88) wrote:

Thank you all for your lovely comments, but moreso for taking a moment and reading .. many blessings to you all â™¡
On Tuesday, February 24, 2015, Flying indigo express (148) wrote:

It is the cenobite song. The truth uniting the polarities between pain, pleasure, love, and hate. Until you realize that it is all just transcendent passions. Same energy, different names
On Tuesday, February 24, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

"Your pain should not seem less wonderous than your joy" - excellent! Ciao, T/S
On Tuesday, February 24, 2015, Star (879) wrote:

This reminds me of a song by Ed Sheeran called the "A team" there's a line in that song that goes, "it's too cold for angels to fly" i thought that line fitted this poem perfectly. Beautiful, as always.