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Run

A Poem by Mortricia
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With dreaming legs.

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Ablaze, I woke-my gears slow-grinding

Ear-pained creaks tread rust and binding.

Hollowing, is my porous home-

That tries to sponge my messy soul.

 

Suffocating sheets dropped in ribbons to the floor,

and seemed to stretch for miles or more.

My feet tripped up the melting boards,

The heat kicked up and stung my core.

© 2011 Mortricia


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Though I seem to have difficulty in grasping the true meaning of this poem, I have no doubt about its quality. Your vocabulary is very good, indeed. It is hard to find poets with a style that involves the use of uncommon words :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


surreal and dreamy , your words cling like tendrils reaching from the subconscious ...

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 2, 2011
Last Updated on January 9, 2011
Tags: run, soul, poem, searching, sheet, floor, dark, girl, tool

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Get cozy to take a journey through a rhythmic, twisting prison, I'm a metaphoricalien and writing is my mission. "Didja hear about the guy who lost his left side? He's all right now..... more..

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