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Aria Siren


Dervishes and Mastery


Oh.
Time has slapped me in the face
The air was thick and settled
A new tick
A slower second
You have mastered time
You have mastered
Me


My.
You've really swept me off my feet.
Haven't let me down to breathe
For weeks.
I'm suffocating
Bury me deeper
Steal my atmosphere
Let me die this way
Heart speeding in a hundred different directions


Goodness.
I'm a flat out fool
For you.
I'm a fish out of water
I've grown wings
You tell me I'm your goddess
In frenzied dervishes you paint me
You whisper: muse
You brush my face with a smile
Is the creator of something divine
A god himself?

Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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  • Rookie - 117 Points Amanda Laurent (10/23/2012 6:04:00 PM)

    I really like the free flowing format and the story is so relatable, but expressed in a unique, beautiful way. Love it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alla Simone (8/19/2012 7:58:00 PM)

    I like the pace of this poem....heart speeding in a hundred different directions. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alexis ... (8/17/2012 6:14:00 PM)

    I absolutely love this poem, it has so many good uses of illustration and imagery, but its soo true. Great Job! (Report) Reply

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