I Wanted to be a (Love) Poem...
but I’m just buckshot
caught in a sonnet,
and there’s just too many
shotgun shells
in my diction.
There’s gangrene
in my carrion verses;
each word, a gaping
wound of its own
shrapnel design,
puss-filled and leaking
through wrinkled
notebook paper.
A putrid smell instead of
cheap perfume lingers
on sealed envelopes, —
dried blood
in lieu of a wax seal...
waiting to be opened,
and pressed to a numb chest,
where the infection
can spread again,
and again.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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