More Short Poetry By Chaosred
Another dream, another fear,
I smoke another cigarette,
burn my fingers on the ash.
I breathe, I shake,
and take
another empty flash
and simmer in the bitter smoke-
I close my eyes and sizzle
'til I choke.
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I saw you in a stranger's eyes
I couldn't help but long to kiss
the foriegn skin that lined that lip
so trustingly.
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You and I are broken wings
melancholic spirit things.
Invisible,
because they dare not see
us as we truly are-
like moonlight in a mason jar
ethereal
and longing to be free.
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Chaosred
(copyright 1997, Krys McKean)
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