Blaine Strong


Memory Eater - Poem by Blaine Strong

Poetic devotion, gnawing away at our emotions like angry pihranna.
My shortness of breath bringing me closer to the grips of death.
I wanted to write a poem about love and sanctuary, but everyone was scared and laughing at me.
Each line I write, the rhythm turns shyly away, I can no longer rhyme.
I think back to a different time, before the storm.
From my ears appeared a slimy worm, bearing in its teeth my brain matter.
The part responsible for memories, now I can't remember your name.
Every day I touch hot stoves because I can't remember they burn me, like butter you churn me.
Will you ever feel my skin on your warm neck?
Your lips are like a drug, let me taste them.
There's no reason to be such a cynic

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Memory Eater by Blaine Strong

  • Souren Mondal (2/11/2016 5:22:00 AM)


    Love is such a drug that we keep feeling withdrawals even when our rest of faculties stop working.. A powerful write Blaine.. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/25/2015 8:24:00 PM)


    no reason? because only the last line is true? (Report) Reply

    Blaine Strong Blaine Strong (11/25/2015 8:27:00 PM)

    Well sighted sir!

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/25/2015 7:55:00 PM)


    There's no reason to be such a cynic. Very amazing love poem shared really...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015



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