Knife Kiss
The knife is
In my hand,
The blade
Kissing my
Flesh,
I float
Towards
The ceiling
No longer
Effected by
Gravity
I hear the
Song
Of my life
The
Yelling
And
Lying
That always
Leaves me
Broken
And
Trembling.
I float
Away,
A
Whisper
Now…
I no
Longer
Feel
Pain
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| a group poem | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Overheard | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 6 ways | 0 | 12/11/2009 |
| In My Mind | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
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| life? | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
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