And set sail

by limp   Aug 24, 2007


And set sail with me, on a dusk grey morning,
Where paper birds move like engines-
This boat has no horizon, the water is still,
and any wind left in caprice; unsettled.
Oil falls from the clouds ears, and mouths foil.
like an empty hospital corridor, lips wrap around themselves
stumbling on words already unsaid. Patterns fall;
and my diction coils, into a thousand missing pieces.
I let my conscience rot and evaporate-
into the air that has returned. Our boat sinks.
And I don't care, because I'm lonely here anyway.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Jeffrey

    Dis poem is divine

  • 17 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    Okay i'm confused.. this was part of Ironic Allures poem.. did you write it together? Or are you the same person? wtf. haha let me knowww cause i love it!

  • 17 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    Bring a tear to the eye, excellent.

  • 17 years ago

    by Fluffy

    "And set sail with me, on a dusk grey morning,
    Where paper birds move like engines-
    This boat has no horizon, the water is still,
    and any wind left in caprice; unsettled.
    Patterns fall;
    and my diction coils, into a thousand missing pieces.
    Our boat sinks.
    And I don't care, because I'm lonely here anyway."

    You're a G.
    x

  • 17 years ago

    by shanaynay

    It forms a image in your head... Good job!

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