In So Many Words

by Melissa   Sep 23, 2010


I said to him, "Flattery will get you everywhere.
Except there,
where it's too fragile to bend"

You see, my conscious
is a brittle mass of dust,
just biding time until I
misbehave and splinter, (like all things do eventually)
into nothing but little flecks of morality
strewn about, like ashes
across the length of my soul

I told him no, but he misconstrued my words
and forged then into something vacuous

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  • 14 years ago

    by The Prince

    You're too good for this website. The way you blend abstract imagery with concrete sentimentality is awe-inspiring. Whilst you don't write like a contemporary poet as much; your pieces are beyond satisfying and idiosyncratic enough for you to be published, or open up your own poetry blog.

    Bravo.
    I've missed your work, Mel.

  • 14 years ago

    by The Prince

    You're too good for this website. The way you blend abstract imagery with concrete sentimentality is awe-inspiring. Whilst you don't write like a contemporary poet as much; your pieces are beyond satisfying and idiosyncratic enough for you to be published, or open up your own poetry blog.

    Bravo.
    I've missed your work, Mel.

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