2.7.09

Good Morning Fire Eater



I'm imaginary
I'm so imaginary


I'm not here. Not
there. I'm nowhere.
Anywhere.

I'm under the rays
of silver moon shining through your little
window. I'm above your lights. I'm the songs
played out inside your polished car. I'm
every fire you taste every morning.
I'm grinding under your nose.
I'm the blink of an eye. I'm
the whispers of your lips.
I'm always under
your cold,
shivering
skin.


I'm invisible. Invisible.

6 comments:

  1. You're so sad, aren't you?

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  2. it's like one of Taylor Swift's song, Invisible.
    But this one.. this poem, i thought, is just way deeper than the song..
    so, is it your own made? COOL!
    I could never make one even since i could write! LMAO.

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  3. is it? yeah I did, I started thinking about writing heheheh thank you so much for dropping by : )

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  4. anon : I'm not sad, I'm not mad. I was, sometimes, but now I'm perfectly fine : ) Thank you for caring

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  5. i totally understand you. you can write deep and sad things whitout being a sad person. you only need the right groove, the right mood...
    it's so good.

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  6. thank you so much raben... :)

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