Saturday, March 8, 2014

Drawing Curtains.


That faint hope
which lingers
in every breath
in every rush of blood
in every sigh
in every cry
moving s l o w l y
through the chest
making it heavy
for a long, long time..
after the show is over,
SUCKS!
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    1. Then there is closure, which I seek the most right now.

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  2. The chest sure feels heavy now, Vinati! Nice composition:)

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  3. Retain that hope. For later.

    Wonderful use of words!

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    1. I'm tired of this fucking hope.. It really sucks, you know! :(

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  5. You know I was here first, this post when no one was around. And then I got stuck in that word and s


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    y, I'm here, again.

    Wonder if the publisher would print it such, or would someone read it the way it is written. Spaced out, each letter apart? Wouldn't that be a warm warm feeling? Of being read the way it was written? :)

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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    1. Undoubtedly!
      A smart publisher would not alter the style and a smart reader would not rush through that word. :)

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  6. Hope that lingers and smothers
    to make me live and then die each passing moment
    to do it again and then yet again
    for what it is, to say
    like mirage....

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  7. Sucks sucks sucks! Going through this time. I know that feel.

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    1. It will get over. Stay strong! :*

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