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the tv flickers under closed doors
and your skeletons are hidden in my closet.
your fears are leaking from the ceilings
and from beneath the afghan on your twin-sized bed.
you've been feeling 2 feet tall for weeks
but the bear on your chest won't get up.
the blinds that keep out the night
send paths of light and dark across your skin as
late night drinkers send their autos careening.
your band-aid knees are drawn to your chest
and i can hear the oceans in your eyes.
but you've roped them down with rusted bands and frayed rope,
too afraid to let it go.
the night loosens your lips
and your soft bedroom eyes have lost all their life.
you used to believe in living,
but now you're barely breathing.
and your mind is still buzzing from the last thing you smoked
and your lips are still moving from the last nonsense you spoke
and you haven't eaten in three days.
the rings locked around your eyes is the chains keeping the beast from tearing apart whats left of you.
and your skeletons are hidden in my closet.
your fears are leaking from the ceilings
and from beneath the afghan on your twin-sized bed.
you've been feeling 2 feet tall for weeks
but the bear on your chest won't get up.
the blinds that keep out the night
send paths of light and dark across your skin as
late night drinkers send their autos careening.
your band-aid knees are drawn to your chest
and i can hear the oceans in your eyes.
but you've roped them down with rusted bands and frayed rope,
too afraid to let it go.
the night loosens your lips
and your soft bedroom eyes have lost all their life.
you used to believe in living,
but now you're barely breathing.
and your mind is still buzzing from the last thing you smoked
and your lips are still moving from the last nonsense you spoke
and you haven't eaten in three days.
the rings locked around your eyes is the chains keeping the beast from tearing apart whats left of you.
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my notebook has returned to me.
so you guys get to enjoy whatever crap my brain decides to geyser out again:/
so you guys get to enjoy whatever crap my brain decides to geyser out again:/
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It's a nice poem, I think some of the imagery is a bit overbearing. I think that, "but the bear on your chest won't get up." does not fit with the rest of stanza one, maybe it is just me, but I think it seems a bit off put compared to the rest of the imagery in stanza one. Technically "2" is supposed to be "two" if you care about that. But, I like your poem, it's interesting 