On a Sketch of a Pretty GirlA Poem by jonahThat all superpowers and fancy vehicles have found their way in to the age of high definition. A vase; half of an anxious face that soaks in a foreign hair, so foreign that it empties and shrinks every boulevard to a small chunk of cheese and a glass of wine. Graphite trails on marvels like Eiffel and Venetian canals, luges that lead to the cities of rusty metal ribs. Tomorrow night. Disco balls will explode into shards of short lives, minimal in sound, never a part of a world war roar, suspended in between an overt missed call and inactive numbers. But, what is more welcoming than a ride on a bike with a basket filled with bottles of fresh milk? Dolls and doodles break through the smoke of a sick cigarette; A life, dwindling in mature and productive lungs that ignore the sugar emanation from a lemonade-biscuit sunrise. Work is health. It is painted on a prototypical canvas. It's not here. Graphite trails on marvels like Eiffel and Venetian canals, luges that lead to the cities of rusty metal ribs. She will emerge from among thrones of dresses or of chores as she pirouettes again and again amid myths and legends until everyone's time is up and they have something to live for. In the end, the pretty girl sits alone with a small chunk of cheese and a glass of wine in her hands as she tries hard to wonder how all superpowers and fancy vehicles didn't leave any graphite trails on the construction of her worlds. © 2014 jonahReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 30, 2014 Last Updated on November 30, 2014 AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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