chlorofilled - Hello Poetry

a shadow blue beam of dust encases me; they weave through me, embroidering gloomy brocades of steel dullness.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC

chlorofilled

quilting

a shadow blue beam of dust encases me; they weave through me, embroidering gloomy brocades of steel dullness.

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Whose footsteps are these? Why do they resemble leaves without grooves? Have you been here before? Here begins a new trail. Whose feet planted these bat wing trenches? If we follow them long enough, will we find a pond floating under sleeping Mallards?

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC

chlorofilled

questions

Whose footsteps are these? Why do they resemble leaves without grooves? Have you been here before? Here begins a new trail. Whose feet planted these bat wing trenches? If we follow them long enough, will we find a pond floating under sleeping Mallards?

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There's a comet in my throat It flies too fast to see But its friction burns And only I can feel it Is it a comet at all? Or a planet shot out of orbit By an asteroid three times its size Hurling and screaming

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC

chlorofilled

shooting star

There's a comet in my throat It flies too fast to see But its friction burns And only I can feel it Is it a comet at all? Or a planet shot out of orbit By an asteroid three times its size Hurling and screaming

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Xe gazes numbly at xyr feet; conveniently topping off xyr arms shaped like a wispy orb. Xe swipes at a purple fruit, The fruit stands still, and xyr hand slips through; Why couldn't I have been born tangible?

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC

chlorofilled

translucent

Xe gazes numbly at xyr feet; conveniently topping off xyr arms shaped like a wispy orb. Xe swipes at a purple fruit, The fruit stands still, and xyr hand slips through; Why couldn't I have been born tangible?

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