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The Image Is...
The Image Is.....
Po' Wit.
Stagnant stares into
portrait mirrors,
tell artist eyes
what to draw on
their empty pages.
The image so sharp,
the retinas bleed,
and red iris's sprint down
gaping cheeks,
jumping off chins' cliff edges
to a suicidal puddle
on wood-stain valley bottoms.
The image so confusing,
mouths struggle to
let lips reunite as
awe sknots in tangled tongues
and hangs itself on a
uvula noose
over dried tonsel valley bottoms.
The image so deceiving,
questions formulate but
remain chained and locked
behind thick enamel walls and
wander the cell blocks
of the minds prisoned thoughts.
Stagnant stares into
potrait mirros,
tell artist eyes
to scribble masterpieces
on their empty pages
filling with illustrations
and the literature...
An autobiography:
The Image is Me.
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just trying to understand here... is this a peice about the self image of you and what you see and feel internally. thats what i got from it. like the wording and some of the imagery. not much of this kind of poet but i liked this one and think that i would have to read some more of ur stuff to see exactly what i think of ur style.. all in all i think it was good for what it was. keep it up hope to read more
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^ Thanks. Yeah just read some of my other pieces and you'll get a feel for my style. There is a good link in my sig, or you can look into stuff I write in the Poetry tourney.. those are just 2 examples of where to find my pieces.
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