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If I could hold my heart in my hand
How many cracks would I count?
How many scars would mar the soft surface?
Would all the memories and pain be echoed back to me
With every pulse?
And how long would it continue to beat
Before it finally gave up
And broke?
How many cracks would I count?
How many scars would mar the soft surface?
Would all the memories and pain be echoed back to me
With every pulse?
And how long would it continue to beat
Before it finally gave up
And broke?
Literature
Microwaveable Break Ups
Fill white carton of healing properties
With contaminated tap water.
Pop into microwave for 1:45;
Wait impatiently for an apology.
Take out, one second before the
"Beep, beep, heartbeat" sounds.
Optional – Add hot sauce/bitter words that were left unsaid for too long
And enjoy** the harsh reality.
**CAUTION: HOT!
Handle with care, especially when an
Utter mess.
Literature
What a Poem Should Be
A poem should be new,
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
Literature
Still Alive
I just need to know
that while ink
seeps beneath my skin,
there will be blood
to take it in.
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This is really lovely. I love poems that are really just extended metaphors and this is lovely. It really is. I love it.