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and just like flawed binary code
I become yet another wrong
for you to make right
we have our technicolor-bruises
now they bleach us to black
then nauseating white
my breath is cold & chlorine
its winter tears us apart
and burns us alive
reduced to chemical reactions
our crepitating echoes
slowly unwinds
 
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and just like flawed binary code
I become yet another wrong
for you to make right
I like this line. How can something so simple be flawed? Or was there a typo 7 years back and now we're reviewing billions of lines of code... Decisions?
we have our technicolor-bruises
now they bleach us to black
then nauseating white
The night and day of sobriety and addiction?
that's burning us alive
reduce us into chemical reactions
our echoes will freeze in time
so what's left
for us to deprive?
Nice image for death

Nice poem. Good read.
 
our echoes freeze in time
so what's left
to deprive?
i love the way you don't rhyme at all.. and then end on one... it's a very powerful way to end.

you are one of my favourite poets that does not rhyme very often.

in all my love for the rhyme and flow in my own writing,
I am a little envious of your ability to write so well without them.

great work <3
 
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