The Calendar hung me

[Rao]

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.

Does he know that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences
like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.

Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
that you won?t ever see
but most hold inside yourself eternally.

I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.

And it stretched for centuries to a diary entrys end
where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.

Well the clocks heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Yea, its over.

[ChatOmbre]

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[Kaos]

;-; *opens mouth to say something* *closes mouth* ....

i literally did that

by far i like this one best. it was pleasant to read, but it tore me apart because it's so sad. i love your poetry. i can just see the images you write out, and such a gifted way to write it. beautiful..

[Tar-Herunole]

Hey Rao.. this is very good as well. But the sadness and frustration of the first is still what makes it the most powerful. This is doomed poetry... beautiful but undesirable... I really hope your source of inspiration will dry up soon and you can write something less beautiful, but more full of hope. Good Luck, my friend!

[Wolfie]

Originally posted by ChatOmbre:
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i literally did that

same here, its beautiful

[chaotic century]

that was great i dont kno much bout poetry but i thought that was good

[Neerowolf]

*falls over and dies* T_T

[Murphy]

Originally posted by ChatOmbre:
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i literally did that

same here, its beautiful

I couldnt even open mine ....

Its so good i dont even know what to say.. im not any good att poetry but i like it very much, where do u get all this from? ure brain must be working "overtime" ^^