late night boredom lnb


Thirst - Poem by late night boredom lnb

Notes, notes, notes, and write.
Ink twists and turns but nothing jumps tonight.
Stare at white and start a fight.
Steady wrists, but nervous eyes
lead a single skinny stick
of lunatic lead and frenzied scratches.
pencils smoke, but they aren't matches.

Hanging heads and wishful mouths.
Kiss me a secret, I long for your song
to tease me a taste of eloquent tongue.
Sitting so dry, I sigh and exhale
with lonely lips that promised me poems.

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  • (11/7/2007 2:41:00 PM)


    sorta sounds familiar, great writing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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