shallow streams of consciousness
lap against ankles dangled
from piers of perception
fed by pools of thought which
shimmer briefly- scrutinized
dissipating under x-ray glares
aquatic remembrances writhe
in charred baked beds of
revocations
and in the end your throat
burns and we're all sick
of water.















Devious Comments
Comments
This is good. Although, I think the you spell it writhe...but I may be mistaken.
I like it, and i'm glad you wrote it
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
It was a valiant attempt, none the less
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
I like that.
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I dig this.
That was my constructive comment.
yay for tricia.
all the same, its still original trictastic brilliance.
--
writers bleed words...
freewill
over
fate...
...which do you choose (pick one)
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