| Monday, April 19, 2010 |
| Cherish lazy afternoons...An attempt at nothingness... |
No, the funny thing was not the settee,
That was beside the mint fish tea,
Malaysian coffee, no, it was Irish,
Poured in cups that were Finnish,
There was nothing to sit by,
To complain, I liked only the sky,
The freshly painted ceiling fettered,
Watching the ground black pepper,
It was an attempt at nothingness,
The stark sea and the blue ceiling,
But I tried and tried through heat,
To mix flint glass with fresh meat,
But it recurred, my artwork unfinished,
I dropped on the bed beneath.... |
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 6:40 AM  |
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you are an amazing writer and i just want you to know that, don't publish all your work in an open platform like this , anyone can take credit for this, try appraoching a publishing house- well wisher
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well wisher- well, most of this is a bit too out of the head... but very glad you could appreciate! thanks a lot, i should remember that..
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I have to say that I LOVE this piece.
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you are an amazing writer and i just want you to know that, don't publish all your work in an open platform like this , anyone can take credit for this, try appraoching a publishing house- well wisher