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wake up, dreamer.

wake up, dreamer

when poetry stops heartbeats.
it's almost as if the pen
is mightier than god.

and I'm left- slightly broken. it's hopeless
to count stars. because they'll be dead
before you finish. and it becomes
futile. // savage.seductions.
while ripping wings on corner store lighters.

help me.

because life in dreaming.
is like knives to the temple. where pens
can't mend the lyrical loops.
and metaphors die worse deaths
than the sky.born- sentience we believe.
and belief can only burn out. in the ending.

so I'm softly saying- wake up, dreamer
the world needs a gift. we're tossing pennies in wells
and wishing on black holes.

so taste the ink.
while we bleed star.screaming
heartaches. and we
break.
break.

break.

[but.never.fall.apart]

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On Thursday November 15th, 2007, slow.burn.star (96) writes:

xoxo

On Friday November 2nd, 2007, Dommi (123) writes:

and this is why you own my soul

On Friday November 2nd, 2007, Instant Insanity (745) writes:

I thought[cracking]reading on[cracking down]reading on[never falling apart] "ripping wings on corner store lighters." This is an amzing piece of poetry. Nicly written. ][ ][

On Thursday November 1st, 2007, Distorted_Reality (141) writes:

this is pure brilliance, just the way you describe and word it It's just amazing =0

On Tuesday October 30th, 2007, swing_the_hammer (74) writes:

keep dreaming! and thank you, dear. :D L

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Mylissa (1075) writes:

When poetry stops heart-beats...blessed dreams that linger from the stroke of a pen. A lovers parade of words. I love this.

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Ainsof (1831) writes:

now here is a poem that makes dead hearts beat again. A realism that surpasses that of the Cartesian coordinate system and sends shivers throughout Zoroastrianism... as if stars were dying, as if language were indicative of something more than the convictions of an anthropomorphic experience... you've captured the essence of reality here and championed the concept, the language, the symbolic over the referent. Cheers! Such heart-felt emotion entwined artistically with intellectual acumen deserves a double shot of Patron!

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Reefer_rave (222) writes:

I can never think of the things i truly want to say that would do justice to wonderful works.. this is no exception.

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Alanarchy (1691) writes:

I've been away for a couple of weeks now, and there could be no better welcome back than this. The first half was thoroughly perfect. Yes, your pen is Jesus.

On Monday October 29th, 2007, lord_beanus_christ (13) writes:

i love this...absolutely stunning.

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Ashlar (258) writes:

wow...

On Monday October 29th, 2007, carlosjackal (1718) writes:

Lilting beauty and intelligence resonating at once is this brilliant piece. And these two lines were the killer stabs.."the world needs a gift. we're tossing pennies in wells and wishing on black holes." :D -Carl

On Monday October 29th, 2007, Zen (623) writes:

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