Gecko Posted June 9, 2009 Share Posted June 9, 2009 No one knows why she chooses to stay Day after day, as worlds collapse into black holes; Sitting in patient vigil, waiting for some sign of life from these Fetal Chickens... mangled beneath the mashing of cold stone. nerves on fire frozen shut crack my skull, bleed me dry. devil of loneliness, eviscerate the last good memory... what is this hand? It looks so familiar... could it be real? The soft wings so warm fold around into embrace only dreamed of 3] A beam of sunlight from one heart to another... She bears witness when no one else will watch. The light, when all other lights go out. 1 Link to comment
BellaDonna Posted June 9, 2009 Share Posted June 9, 2009 I like your poem. Long time no see. How are you these days? Link to comment
paintedfish Posted June 9, 2009 Share Posted June 9, 2009 This is incredible! I think I read it about 4 times! Also, love your signature. Great book. Link to comment
Gecko Posted June 9, 2009 Author Share Posted June 9, 2009 Thank you paint, much appreciated Haha Bella, I was about to respond by posting a link to my journal when I saw your response there. Even since I wrote that second part, four months ago, worlds of change have entered through my introspective and outer worlds... not all 'good', but I seem to be constantly evolving at an accelerating pace - More than I could say a year ago, when I was at a dead standstill. Link to comment
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