Ruined?

Ruined?

A Poem by Aristede Craig Jr
"

Are we ruined in our thinking should we delete them for other ruined ones are wash them and hide the stain ...Edet Sira

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tainted

lost dreams,

I fell into a stream, of love.

while hate was a ocean,

I found love, in a creak,

and it kissed me with promises,

as I fueled on distrust.

watching people remove their mask,

I became the imaginary axis that earth spins on,

my existence

for its existence.

I was taught how ink, on cut

trees and water stamps

owned me..in a familiar green.

and I was confused internally;

 inside myself for eternity,

but what do I know of its existence;

eternity?

as I have leaked onto another

and another,

ink pen exploded in the pocket of our pants

I saw one color,

but now I see more than the stained blue,

that the ink pen of this world grew,

 and fanned into my pants pocket

should I throw away this pair for a new pair or simply

wash this old pair.

 soon to find a rip soon to fine torn

until I finally reap what I sow....Edet Sira Rambling Poetry

© 2013 Aristede Craig Jr


Author's Note

Aristede Craig Jr
Are we ruined in our thinking should we delete them for other ruined ones are wash them and hide the stain ...Edet Sira Rambling Poetry Im looking in all of our eyes, before blinking back into my own.... Edet Sira Rambling Poetry

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"I was confused internally;

inside myself for eternity,

but what do I know of its existence;

eternity?

as I have leaked onto another

and another,

ink pen exploded in the pocket of our pants

I saw one color,

but now I see more than the stained blue,

that the ink pen of this world grew,

and fanned into my pants pocket"
A good read and write ...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Well, on first reading I got a bit confused with all the experimental stanzas.
Then I read it again. Yes, I rather liked it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


"I was confused internally;

inside myself for eternity,

but what do I know of its existence;

eternity?

as I have leaked onto another

and another,

ink pen exploded in the pocket of our pants

I saw one color,

but now I see more than the stained blue,

that the ink pen of this world grew,

and fanned into my pants pocket"
A good read and write ...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Some good lines here and poetry is about the line. Good work.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Aristede Craig Jr
Aristede Craig Jr

new orleans, LA



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