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empty words

untruths
and hedges

bland lines
never bind

cosmic void
in my head

sacred ashes
is my bed

you have/had
weak bone(s)

entirely
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wish bone snaps

Contributed by ming on Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 10:48:18 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

you gave
empty words

untruths
and hedges

bland lines
never bind

cosmic void
in my head

sacred ashes
is my bed

you have/had
weak bone(s)

entirely
judges.

Copyright © ming ... [ 2017-05-22 10:48:18]
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Re: wish bone snaps (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 04:41:58 PM AEST
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some things
ARE
better left unsaid
you are right.

Re: wish bone snaps (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 22nd May 2017 @ 11:12:25 PM AEST
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But some have to say them anyway.

This poem speaks to me.

Thank you & write on.

Re: wish bone snaps (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Wednesday, 24th May 2017 @ 12:46:30 PM AEST
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sublime.

Invierno

Re: wish bone snaps (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 25th May 2017 @ 08:29:44 PM AEST
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Words vanish like smoke. What we trust is that which is tangible. EMPTY WORDS..SACRED ASHES...COSMIC VOID all speak of illusion. Love is not a vapor, it is extremely physical in nature.
You spin this from nothingness into an almost touchable entity. Trying to frame something that never was, and hang it on a wall.
Struggling to set it aside, perhaps.
This resonates with anyone who has tried t makes sense of make-believe. It is lovely.
softerware

Re: wish bone snaps (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 16th June 2017 @ 06:06:44 PM AEST
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Bland lines never bind....this should be the poets mantra! Some speak to fill awkward silences; some would rather talk than consider challenging their own thoughts. And some just like the sound of their voice in the stillness.
Poets are silent. They speak in concepts, and you are a mistress of converting ideas and emotions into spoken words.
roses upon your sacred ashes.
softerware

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