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Life
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wtf
A late summer afternoon many decades past
A southern funeral home, potpourri dried flowers
And other dead things like beetles and ancient fly husks
On dusty window ledges looking out over a water starved lawn
His body lay there with no one to view it
He would have cried a tear had he yet lived
His calm visage so different to his exit strategy
Elton John plaintively croons via the stereo system
Life, isn't everything... isn't everything, isn't everything...
A southern funeral home, potpourri dried flowers
And other dead things like beetles and ancient fly husks
On dusty window ledges looking out over a water starved lawn
His body lay there with no one to view it
He would have cried a tear had he yet lived
His calm visage so different to his exit strategy
Elton John plaintively croons via the stereo system
Life, isn't everything... isn't everything, isn't everything...
PiercedChest
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Beautiful poetry, in both posts.
Did you write this? It's awesome.
Did you write this? It's awesome.
PiercedChest
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Yeah, I know the song, with only the words 'Life isn't everything'.
Your texts are a beautiful elaboration.
If you have other poems please share them, I'd love to read them.
Abortion in the Waves...
The silver waters wash me clean
I see through a mirror darkly gleaming
A beautiful man in red, he stares at me unknowing
That I have never felt more alive, never known such love
Like a distant siren I call to him
Raise me up my love! And hold me in your warm embrace
And he does so! His strong arms and surest hands claim me
Up, up, up! I surge, his concerned eyes scan me and find nothing
I wish I could talk to you, I wish you would kiss me
But even you realize it's too late, I no longer exist in your reality
Your lapis eyes search mine you blink slowly, shaking your head
Don't sorrow for me my love, for I go to join the children of Neptune
My body is a new creation, a spirit of the sea
A shell of sounds, a crab in the mouth of the dead
My final mother the ocean spews me out of her reluctantly
And thus I am borne back into the world of blinding light, stillborn
The silver waters wash me clean
I see through a mirror darkly gleaming
A beautiful man in red, he stares at me unknowing
That I have never felt more alive, never known such love
Like a distant siren I call to him
Raise me up my love! And hold me in your warm embrace
And he does so! His strong arms and surest hands claim me
Up, up, up! I surge, his concerned eyes scan me and find nothing
I wish I could talk to you, I wish you would kiss me
But even you realize it's too late, I no longer exist in your reality
Your lapis eyes search mine you blink slowly, shaking your head
Don't sorrow for me my love, for I go to join the children of Neptune
My body is a new creation, a spirit of the sea
A shell of sounds, a crab in the mouth of the dead
My final mother the ocean spews me out of her reluctantly
And thus I am borne back into the world of blinding light, stillborn
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I have rarely been able to appreciate a poem, so, whether its Robert Frost or jjptex, I just don't get it. However, I have no doubt jjptex is talented, since PiercedChest says he is.
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*Slowly Claps*
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