Free Fall



Free
Fall
Words
They drip
And pour
And sink
They pull and drag
You would think I would be use to this by now
But
No
It is always new
It is always a different break
Uninterrupted angst
Uninterrupted things that should have been exiled to canvas
But the time is past for that
Words
If I neglected to paint
That's what they come to be
They exude from ever pore
And claw determined from my chest
They break
Bend
And creep from ever-solemn space
It defines me








Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2010-08-08 at 14:59

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almost good as me when i was bad
2010-08-10



Another good poem, the idea of words as a substitute for another medium, paint, is very interesting and fresh. Also, touching on the very real need, or desire, to express yourself.

jim
2010-08-08