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"Observing Searing Petals-Through Curious Eyes" by Revisable Retina

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we lay parallel=flat on our backs
the stars hanging low, so far away in the sky
like thousands of gleaming embers
just waiting to be plucked, like searing petals

he pointed, as he named each one
all the names starting with the letter L
Luke-Lindsey-Lexus-Luis-Lonnie-Liv

Then he .paused.

pointing at the biggest and brightest of them all
that one belongs to you,
what are you going to name it?

My eyes widened, @@ lips parted
in a soft whisper I said,
-"I'll call it L.O.V.E"-

{He laughed and said, "I'll call you cliche"}

I smiled, giving him a swift jab to the ribs
jumped up, flipped my hair back
Screaming the words to my favorite bright eyes song
he joined in, playing the air guitar
I lost my equilibrium
=as he busted out laughing,
handing me the bottle

"I want to be your bird, your yellow bird,
just like the one in the song" I screeched
-I haven't lost you yet, so I'll call you my
curious eyed, golden bird instead-
I frowned, then took another swig.

we few back, allowing the soft earth to embrace us
the ambiance of our surroundings
felt plush, we spoke through small pulses}}}
speaking philosophically, one after the other

our views on life/death

-Just asking why-
  
We had know clue -why- we laid there
in that cemetery
as long as we did that night

*This will never make any sense to me
maybe it will to you
I still wonder, what it all meant
or if it meant anything at all

*NONE OF WHAT I SPEAK IS TANGIBLE*

-discovering what was n-ever tangible-

I dreamt this
I dreamt him
he doesn't exist
nor do I
but I smile each time
I think of us

See} we're all drawn to

what's not there
what can't be found
what we can't have
or what we've lost

[ Even in dreams ]







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On Saturday December 27th, 2008, Imsosickxxx (123) writes:
You have effectively found the hole inside of me and gouged it ever deeper, beautifully written, def. a fav!


On Tuesday October 28th, 2008, Sketso (676) writes:
...and now matter how we deaden, to escape the frustration, still we dream... dream of utopia, so that all we experience in waking is somewhat akin to hell. Flames aren't need to scorch our innards, for the emptiness, the silence, does a far better job. Commando slam on the way I feel today.


On Sunday October 26th, 2008, After hours (715) writes:
Totally know where these thoughts derive from,..the saddest part is they can be the most real part of us. I wrote a piece called 'rsvp' awhile ago,..and this is what i were trying to accomplish,..you jus done it more effectively..thankyou.


On Sunday October 26th, 2008, freudian-slip (382) writes:
The last five lines was like a sucker punch... very cool.


On Sunday October 26th, 2008, wilted (304) writes:
This was very sweet. The imagery was absolutely beautiful, I could really picture everything. So descriptive, so vivid. The end really pulls it back to reality in a nice clean way.



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