(or.. as my son suggested "Emo Lurve!")


Lost Souls


Inebriated pretty waste
Shroud of Turin on her pillow case
Out of orbit, lost in space
A bleeding heart, a classic case

He doesn't watch TV, just the static
More issues than National Geographic
Walks blindfolded into traffic
He thinks his angst is enigmatic

Nightclub stamps from the eve before
She needs some coffee, maybe four
Hazily drifts to the corner store
They collide, predestined, at the door

He sees the fire in her eyes
In his mind, old Icarus flies
Blackened wings in crimson skies
Never happier to meet their own demise



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-02-25 at 07:23

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Perfect cadence and a rhyme scheme to be envied. Maybe these two characters have lost their souls, but at least they found each other, and merged what remained. Enjoyed it a lot.
2009-03-01


Brian Oarr
I very much enjoyed the creativity in this piece. Originality that made me smile. Good write!
2009-02-25


Reilley
This was wonderful, full of great phrase turns and imagery.

I especially loved the shroud of Turin on her pillowcase. ;-)
2009-02-25