Somewhere deep inside, he had said, somewhere deep inside.

And so he stood, vows in hand,
Taste became bitter,
Sight became narrow,
And touch became cold.

 How could empiteness consume us here on the edge of perfection?

 And so these lithium strings call us back.

Here we are,
Here we stand,
For us we combine,
For us we harvest the dark winds
For us we've walked these sullen city streets.

And forever hand in hand,
Veil over face and taste at the back of our tongues.
Grafitti confetti and strings of smiles laced...

Our days have come and gone,
Perhaps tape will wind us back together,
Perhaps worlds will tear us apart.

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Author guidance for This poem

Whilst I put the final touches into my soon-to-be self-released poetry book, I figured I'd post some older stuff - seeing as I haven't in a while.

M e m o r i e s & M o t i o n
Spider's Song
Our Secret Chaos
From Winter To Summer
Ecstacy
Twilight of Life
Lighter Than White
With Guns A Blazin'
Be The Death Of Me
Cognitive
The Quill Is Mightier Than The Shotgun
In Green
Courageous
Trails
Sleeves
Stepping Stones
Acidic
Snowflake
Justice
Splinters
Sculptures
Shuttle
Ninth

updated Oct 5 '10 by PaulMacklin