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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Word? The way it's set up, a citrusy fluid seems to be a conceit for blood as juice, where mental easing and world at peace is like slipping beneath consciousness while you choke on internal bleeding; invisible fists of stone being gunshots because you can't see them, they're too fast; where the "love" was love on the streets, people twisting towards a collective that imperils its members by being a culture of violence.
It evokes the feeling of hopeless struggling, being forgotten, and succumbing to shock after being shot.
I mean I was trying to convery those feelings sure. Part of what I hope to accomplish with my poems is grey areas for open interpretation, so this is pretty sweet that it can be read as a poem about a gunshot wound. In reality it was about how I had a terrible cough that I wouldn't have received had I chose to stay at home for the holidays instead of visiting my folks.
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Here are the poems we have this week:
Mediocrity and Uncertainty by Koopa
"The only little sparrow..." by Zaph
Hellions by Zelderex
AK 47 Tripitch by Yanni
A citrusy fluid by kpaca
Dams do not last forever by Sam111111
The End by Guilan
The Penalty by IcecreamMan80
Strings by DarkwaterElemental
Sanitizer by Talore
Phoenix by foo_intherain
Vote for the poem you feel is the best. Remember to adhere to the "Honor Code" when voting.
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Right now I like Talore's poem, Kpaca's poem, and Koopa's. I'll narrow it down.
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... Going to edit in votes when I get more conscious in a couple hours.
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kpaca and Zelderex. Darkwater and Talore with HM's.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Voted for Zaph and Talore's pieces, don't feel like explaining.
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This is a Shivan Ampersand
It evokes the feeling of hopeless struggling, being forgotten, and succumbing to shock after being shot.
This is a Shivan Ampersand
Zaph failed to vote. -.-