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amuse
06-10-2004, 07:57 AM
the earthquake's
over aftershocks
rip me

apart sweetly
his first kiss on my lips thirteen
years later

my butt still burns
"it's my turn now":
screw the parents

the last islet cell gave up
20 years ago
insulin keeps her alive

pompeii's ashes have
moved to new york

thick black lines
9.0 on the richter scale
pale breathy squiggles
precede, follow.

microscopic shards
never appear on graphs.

never appear on
my face.

where are yours?

Avalive
06-10-2004, 09:16 AM
I hardly love a poem. I love this one.

amuse
06-10-2004, 12:39 PM
oh my goodness, really?
thank you, Avalive. i'm extremely touched.

Koa
06-11-2004, 04:18 PM
Nice one again amuse... Not sure on how I'd comment further, but it's the same as I think of the others...breathtaking (how do you spell that? :confused:) and so damn emotional. And I like the references around, Pompei, New York, everything, feelings and stuff mixed together... :)

emily655321
06-12-2004, 01:04 AM
Wow.


....

Avalive
06-12-2004, 10:34 AM
oh my goodness, really?
thank you, Avalive. i'm extremely touched.

Smile. I say what I mean.

amuse
06-13-2004, 12:01 AM
i was tightly wound up things from 3 a.m. that morning...glad this worked.