"texturized" poems
weak rise scars spent breeze lungs spirit eat teeth car shine nature died veins neck top moving sat loves dry
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the spent breeze rises up, moving,
****** into, ******* up air in our lungs
but yet still! the spirit weak,
the teeth useless chewing,
dry words mashing,
no eat, just pasty
the scars shine
like veins protruding from the top of a man’s neck,
looking like holes in a rusted car that can’t never
shine no more,
once the breeze stops moving
he sat there while he slow died,
not moving,
nature and his loves
and his
skin slow dry texturized,
desiccating
done.
the spent breeze rises up, moving on...
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
My favorite song
Has been tainted
By your filth.
Its silky words
Have been texturized
With memories of you.
It hurts to listen to
Knowing I used to sing it
And picture us--
Picture us happy!
Can you imagine that?
And now,
It's a reminder.
A reminder
That it was only fantasy.
That picture stayed on the wall--
Hung in a frame of my desperate love.
An image of my dreams
That never got to live.
An image of "togetherness"
That never truly was.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC