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for alyssa II
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pallid and small. blankets and shawls. her mirror is bleak facing music, eyeing wanderlust. Ms. heroin cheek scared of the weekend, very deceitful, frozen appearance carrying demons. toner and tears. all bones and brasier. mopey and anxious, married to sequins sewing her seams smoking nicotine like prayer inside her mother's cathedral heroic eagle caged in pigeon coops, co-op her retrieval a choice between her father's voice and popping a needle i told you once it killed me slowly watching you breathe so heavily you sighed until your body conceded to misery. to memory. to words from a novel you've searched inside abstraction for an earthly revival found empty plastic sandwich bags and mortar and pestle bored behind norco and unimportant potential a poor memento, my affliction, my affections in type reflect on who you were in search of selfish respite 7 at night. walking aimlessly in search of a light matchstick crackle tasting sulfur in our Turkish Delights bourbon and soda. burning bright that midnight herbal aroma she passed out dead on the sofa words on her tongue, a can of Squirt on her coaster Feynman in her epitaph and dirt on her shoulder the hurt came right away but the desertion would smolder i kinda write for you, somehow. it's nobody's business how i chose to make your ghost a religion. alone at the christening prone to reminiscing with a penchant for sorrow in search of praise if only for some pleasure to borrow better tomorrows as they promise in those meetings in rooms coffee's complimentary and speaking is useless modeling me after you. brave-hearted elegant sharp i'm never far from anywhere we crept in the dark i'm never far we sang our songs in every restaurant or bar but the chorus passed and now i can't remember your part. irish breakfast and coughs. altoid can and a spoon if i write that you're alive it almost makes it the truth goodbye |
Damn dude, a lot of grievance and sadness in this one packed with elegant penmanship. Dunno if this is fiction or not but it came off to me as deeply personal with a lot of self reflection and no bs honesty. Quite a few straight forward sentences that are felt throughout like the "fathers voice or popping a needle" and "pleasure to borrow"-line. Beautiful piece with lots of emotion too many can relate to. Hope you're doing ok.
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Great piece throughout but loved how it just kept finding ways to one-up itself and keep the momentum rolling. Loved the imagery and vocabulary throughout just really added to the piece and i loved reading it throughout. Good personal story and relatable as well to someone who's lost anyone.
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This is right up their with the piece you wrote about your father.
In a way, it’s written almost as if it provides context and closure to all the other half written love poems and soulmate eulogies you’ve blessed us with over the years. Poignant, visceral and emotive — visual and empathetically written with both her ghost and the audience in mind. Impressive. Loved it. Peace. |
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she passed out dead on the sofa
words on her tongue, a can of Squirt on her coaster Damn, that's saying a lot with saying so little. This is a very deadman piece so it's good |
It's hard to quote sections of your pieces bro, I like some shit then like other shit lol...You have this amazin' ability to get words across to whoever reads it in some raw like fashion, yet it's emotional...it resonates...like ACTIVATE said, this is right next to that Father joint you penned up, I did read that btw...this was killer Black.
Stay safe, & you. |
ya know, every now and then i sit and think about how people i'll never see again have come into my life and changed me entirely by accident, and wonder how often i've served that purpose for others in some small way, without even a single fucking clue
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loving an addict is hard.
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I don’t know you. I don’t even know why I came into the open mic forum. I clicked on this for some reason and I’m so glad I did. As a recovering heroin addict, and somebody who has seen this exact imagery, I’m feeling all sorts of stuff right now. You have a talent that can’t really be put into words.
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You tackled a deep subject well here, the rhymes schemes was stellar yes, in addition I say you really have a way with words and conveying a specific tone at that. I found no fillers here. Probably the best I've read on here so far.
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man this was so good. intimidating, even.
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This is crazy,
I especially like the little bits of imagery and feel in phrases like this... they really hit mopey and anxious, married to sequins sewing her seams matchstick crackle tasting sulfur in our Turkish Delights just a few examples that highlight your style here that closer is heartfelt and fire. Dope stuff all round, sir |
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