Dare We Open the Windows BleakA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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I am a bevvy of emoticons waiting to be spewed onto the screen; my life constitutes of the tiniest blips and bleeps (that) weave gently along a fabric yet unseen. Get off that swivel chair that always trips us up on the carpet; your smile convivially false, the slightest gestures (does) leave you rofl-ing without regret. Yes, I lost the child before term and don't ask coz you won't understand; our shared crossings blurring now mere glitches and static (which) grieve our memories on wave-washed sand. In all that has transpired, part of me had truly died. ` © 2022 Red Brick KeshnerReviews
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9 Reviews Added on November 21, 2012 Last Updated on October 31, 2022 Tags: life, living, moving-on, left-behind, dark AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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