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Clay Heart
By monalisamarie
The sharp turns in the road of life
Are giving me emotion sickness
So I vomit some words and ideas
And hope the Balm of Gilead can make me ok
We are earth, we are clay
We are fading like the day
Shards and broken pieces lay
Embedded in my body
Bones are splintered in your hand
Beating on the shifting sand
I recite some useless words and
Declare I am no longer tangible
Our abstract use of language
Allows us to avoid accountability
And it makes me, yeah it makes me
And I make it
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© 2006 monalisamarie
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On Thursday, May 4, 2006, maleficent
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wrote:
definately like your diction in this poem. nice use of words that make the poem complete. more so in the last three stanzas. thank you for the read.
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On Thursday, May 4, 2006, Mari
(425) wrote:
vomit words and ideas ive said that before- not word for word, more like "spewing meaningless words" or something like that i dont remember exactly but i think its cool that you said something like it too. oh and i liked the poem.really nice.
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On Thursday, May 4, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(564) wrote:
'So I vomit some words and ideas' that one line gave me shivers and made my mind
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