Piercing Brown

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Oct 8, 2008


Frigid
Cold
Dry autumn air
Pierces through the layers
Of my clothes
Shiver ever slightly
I don't think I want to move
I'm hiding where no body knows

Deep within the confines
Of a cold and lonely mind
Where the spinning tops
And balls of yarn
Unravel and unwind
Somewhere where in the middle
Of somewhere else
And in between
The difference between nightmares
And living in a dream

Red bloodshot and teary
But these brown piercing eyes
No, I wasn't crying
It's the air
It's just so dry

Piano in the background
Some famous-
Some dead guy
Here comes the final climax
The poem will come to die

Deep beneath the trees
Curled up on the ground
Shivering lips, numb in his hands
Teary eyes of piercing brown

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  • 17 years ago

    by StandStill

    *redo*

    "I'm fine"

    yeah..sure. ok

    Deep within the confines
    Of a cold and lonely mind
    Where the spinning tops
    And balls of yarn
    Unravel and unwind

    ^^ I love the imagery..relatable...the wording's also wonderful. yarn and tops are so whimsicle and autumnal and happy and then they all get screwed over. lovely.

    Somewhere where in the middle
    Of somewhere else
    And in between
    The difference between nightmares
    And living in a dream

    ^^ha. ha. ha. that's all i got for that one..wait. no. when i was waiting for you to call on friday, i was walking up the hill near the crap-coloured animals in the crap-coloured dirt and i got to this little fork in the path and i thought i was having a nightmare again. that's what that reminded me of.

    Red bloodshot and teary
    But these brown piercing eyes
    No, I wasn't crying
    It's the air
    It's just so dry

    ^^ air and allergies...always. i'm sorry for whatever's bothering you.

    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by StandStill

    "I'm fine"

    yeah. ok, jesse.
    so am i.

    Deep within the confines
    Of a cold and lonely mind
    Where the spinning tops
    And balls of yarn
    Unravel and unwind
    Somewhere where in the middle
    Of somewhere else
    And in between
    The difference between nightmares
    And living in a dream

    Red bloodshot and teary
    But these brown piercing eyes
    No, I wasn't crying
    It's the air
    It's just so dry

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