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Post by Kaiya on Apr 16, 2009 14:48:09 GMT -5
TITLE: My Missing Spectrum TYPE: Free Verse CRITIQUE: Yes OTHER: Featured on RedBubble groups five times.
I feel sort of hollow On this day of all days The technicolored liquid of my core Resides not in its usual chamber So, I don’t know where to look
I’ve searched Meticulously Through the over-stuffed cabinets of my mind Beneath the polluted seas of my stomach And along the smooth roots of my skeleton Everything was fuzzy-edged and done in monochromatic colors That wasn’t me at all
But as I went on The longer I went on Wandering and trying to find my beautifully-plumed core It all became familiar The rotted plants of life The rusted machinery of movement It all became routine
I’m looking through smoke At a life that I don’t fit into A jigsaw puzzle of excitement and color That rejects my piece of maleable angles and shades of gray The shell, boring That is keeping my glorious spectrum from me
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Post by christine , on Apr 21, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -5
Yet another beautiful work. I love the concept and like to say I can relate to it...
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Post by Kaiya on Apr 21, 2009 16:15:20 GMT -5
Mm, yeah. This is a, well, really personal piece. I'm glad it's relatable, though I wish you didn't have to feel that way. XD You know?
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