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aftermath of a poetry circle by ~anomia-grey:iconanomia-grey:



When the battle is over
We still feel the smell of burnt paper in the air
Spare me the witness at the bottom of a cup of coffee
Leave me the word "perfume" and the stairs.

When you're only made of emptyness
There's nothing left to be torn
I've long lost my faith in the neverending rope
My wandering shame left me no children to scorn
It too, has died in the window long ago
And I'm just a clotheshanger for the cloak
Of fern and whisper in the morning
When the battles were yet to be fought.
©2007-2009 ~anomia-grey
:iconanomia-grey:

Author's Comments

i really did write this after a heated discussion at a literary workshop. this is an edited version- please tell me if anything sounds wrong to you. i know the two items of verse may not really match...

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:iconburubasket:
foarte buna poezia!

--
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I've never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin

~AngstyWriters
:iconanomia-grey:
:love: multam mult ma bucur sa aud asta de la cineva care insusi scrie poezii bune!

--
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
:iconcellardoor101:
:happycry:
nush cum poti sa scrii poezii asa de faine si care sa ma reprezinte in totalitate
"When you're only made of emptyness
There's nothing left to be torn"
e superba superba..daca te mai aud subestimandu'te te bat de nu te vezi:threaten:
sending you my full of germs love:smooch:

--
Voices tell me strike the match and burn it all to hell / Voices tell me I could watch if I promise not to tell
:iconanomia-grey:
:blush: i'm turning crimson here, you have no idea cat ma bucur ca my sister in neurosis se vede in poesie!! sending you my equally twisted affection :hug::hug:

--
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
:iconburubasket:
:):hug:

--
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I've never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin

~AngstyWriters
:iconcellardoor101:
:hug:

--
Voices tell me strike the match and burn it all to hell / Voices tell me I could watch if I promise not to tell

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