2:09

2:09

A Poem by Miss Suicide
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No one understands why I love to write while sitting on the kitchen floor at all hours...

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not a whisper to be heard

not a word to be said

no bitter rage to be exchanged

and not a tear to be shed

sitting here, all alone

on the kitchen floor

© 2008 Miss Suicide


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brief, simple, and eloquent. brilliantly captures the 'suspended animation' of a random moment. beautiful.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I've did some pretty good writing on my kitchen floor too. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Peace is so hard to come by these days, and you express a perfect place and time to find it... Sometimes those common places hold just the right amount of comfort to help us be at rest. Brilliant!

Craig

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I write on my computer table, I stare outside and I am emotionless until I get a idea.
I enjoyed your poem, it was short but there is a mysterious tone to it I can not grasp. Very mysterious and somehow dark.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think writing on the kitchen floor makes sense, and I write on my bed, or in my mind while I'm showering.
So, did you write this @ 2:09?
Sometimes, short poems say something better than the longest ones. Good job! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Don't always speak of it
When in sorrow or in pain
If your silence won't sway them
Then words are in vain.

don't know why, but I felt it's perfectly relevant with your poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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