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constancy:
to be spread out over white sheets
eyes wide awake

when afternoon knocks at my door, I will be
the picture of stability.
concrete hands, heart, frame
crumbling into an industrial skeleton
and wishing I was soft as broken soil,
the wind and water leaving bite marks at my edges.

it's five a.m.
and I feel
anything but human
©2005-2010 ~redpapermoon
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now that it's autumn

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:iconattesa:
I really enjoyed this. The ending was perfectly detatched to make it hit hard and the middle stanza was beautifully put together. My one suggestion would be: where you say

"concrete hands, heart, frame
crumbling into an industrial skeleton"

I would use a different word than frame. The bodily frame would be the skeleton, would it not? Having this word there seems like you were just searching for anything that would fit, rather than taking time to relate the objects to your theme. Or at least it makes it a little confusing.

Anyways, tiny little thing. Just a thought really. Nicely Done.

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:iconexquisiteoath:
Came to you through the Unknown Artist project.... and very glad I did.

Congrats on the selection.

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The promise: to live.
:iconmyseity:
I really like the psuedo-definition you begin with, which in turn draws us into the rest of the poem. I can relate to the 2nd stanza, and and wishing I was soft as broken soil,
the wind and water leaving bite marks at my edges.


is just wonderful. Congrats.

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
:iconsarudle:
Beautiful. You deserved the UA.
:iconlicorice-sama:
You are able to accomplish so much with so little, and it's amazing. I love the middle stanza the most, for the rich imagery, but I love the way the first pulls us in.

"Crumbling into an industrial skeleton" is probably my favorite image.

I relate completely to this kind of resigned tone... and I agree with Yami-no-Malik... something Nietzche. ^.~

Beautiful work. So glad I found this.

Luvs and Such,
Licorice

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~Jorge Luis Borges
:iconwhtmage:
I feel tired just reading this, I like it!

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Innocence is overrated.
:icongundamforce:
Very nice.

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:iconburni-diru-noh:
Oh wow! This piece really evokes thought from the mind! Awesome job!

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I have autism. I speak for myself. Autism Speaks DOES NOT!
:iconyami-no-malik:
Absolutely beautiful.
my fav: "when afternoon knocks at my door, I will be
the picture of stability."
there's something Nietzsche over this...

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