stand in line like you forgot all the empty lines
breathe until there's nothing left
it's not easy forgetting the meaning of a word
while memory is painful
can't write without a cigarette
the line of smoke your epithet
and your broken guitar and your indie cred
imagery of a forgotten star
the bottle half-empty and the night half-gone
your clouded eyes lost in some chord of pain
that's what we write and sing
cause happy people never wrote one word of truth
they forget and smile and pass away
like there's nothing more to life than forgetting
healing is an illusion and pain is the truth
and that is what we sing about.
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The last paragraph is very nice, but it is the third paragraph says so much in 32 words that my knees get all weak. Damned good.
thank you :'D
That was a very good poem...!
"stand in line like you forgot all the empty lines" love the word game there! And you truly have a point! Like wellington said, the two last paragraphs are awesome.
What did you mean by "it's not easy forgetting the meaning of a word" though?
Nice. Love all the word play you have, very skillfully written. It's nice to see some update here ^^
it's not easy forgetting the meaning of a word - well some words you associate with some persons. Like next line suggests: there are memories that are bittersweet, they are dear but painful. With words as well, at least with me; some words spoken to me or that I heard in a song or that I read somewhere while having feelings for this or that person, they always remind me of that person. When I wish I could forget him altogether.
ah, then I see what you meant =) It's a very nice poem, there's always so much vivacity in what you write
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