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Leave me in the dust by LittleBlackBird79, literature
Literature
Leave me in the dust
I try to make do
with this carcass I am, I drag it
along decomposing slab of meat, even
the blood is drained.
Now prostrate. Statue carved
monochrome and postmodern bullshit. In front
of city attic plants and mazes, branches cry yellow
leaves that last year didn't even want to
touch.
Compared to me, they must seem
so alive.
"I should have been a pair of claws" throw me in the ocean
at least it's dark and silent
enough, my
cigarette breath won't
pollute anyone's dreams
down here
No one will touch
the minutes unmoving, life-alone, yeah. Like
it's anything I've lived
Victim of my own veins, just spilling vapours that would on
Soul fragment n.2- when you became the sky... by LittleBlackBird79, literature
Literature
Soul fragment n.2- when you became the sky...
The Sky had a strange way of making you fall in love with it. Especially when you saw it in your sleep.
It made you want to wake up.
It would float there, filling the world with something it longed for, something it needed, something the wind sung for, something everyone saw. Without eyes, without knowing.
Sky. With or without clouds. A painting God must have left, unfinished, before he
went away.
I saw it. Behind trees, houses, land, dreams. It was always there, even when it wasn't.
I saw what I wanted. Shapeless nothing, escaping contour, a quick sketch of the unknown. I made a cloud into a bird. Bird-shaped hope,
that lost it's way,
