Just the kind of lame thing only I would write.


It's not supposed to rhyme.


The Unraveling of the Stone

Go ahead and plunge your knife a little deeper---

---my heart is stone; I can't feel it anyway.

Nothing really matters anymore
when you're too preoccupied to care

That what you're doing

right
this
second

is tearing the feathers from my wings
and searing holes in the pretty things

we used to love

---we did love them, once.

Now, I think we've lost our touch

because these pretty things are shriveling
with every single step you take towards
burying our memories alive
in the abyss beneath your crumbling sigh


And I'm wilting with them...
poor trembling dears;

willing nothing, feeling the same---only perhaps
a little sad

that you feel you must destroy every last breath of
what used to be

in order to simply

unweave

me



Words by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2006-12-26 at 06:19

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blondie
wow. yes i had to read this 4 times. and geeze. it's, i cant even think of the word. but yes. it is that. brilliant.
2007-01-05


MiVidaDeEpílogos.
okay so i read this and then i read it again and then i read it again and then i read it again and then i died a lot.

because it is so alksjf;lajf;lskjf;ljfdas.

so now i have to read it again.
2006-12-28


Zoya Zaidi
Hi Fern darling, a very poignant poem to mark your return around the New Year- you appear like a flower heralding in the begining of a new season!
Welcome back Poetic!
((((Christmas and NEw Year hugs)))
Missed you and your immense talent!
Love, Zoya
2006-12-26