Eric Skinner


Negative Space - Poem by Eric Skinner

This is my body
This is where I'm staying

Flowers will grow
Out of my mouth when I'm decaying

Stretch your insides until it feels good
Don't stop until you cant stand where you stood

Nobody's here
Nobody's listening
Nobody cares
Everybody's missing

This is my brain
What do I know

The absence of my body
Is where I want to go

Nobody's here
Nobody's listening
Nobody cares
Everybody's missing

Topic(s) of this poem: death, escape, unknown

Form: Ballad


Comments about Negative Space by Eric Skinner

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/6/2015 6:19:00 PM)


    Flowers grow and grow.....wonderful presentation really. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/6/2015 5:45:00 PM)


    It feels this way to many people, quite often. Thanks for sharing, Eric. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, April 6, 2015


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