Hers To Hurt

[MisterPoetry]

Toss the change in the jukebox...

Favorite sad song coming up...

Sung through lungs smoke stung
Churned notions emote hopeless
Burned notes choke closed lids
Focus poked by hoarse choruses
Beat drops remorse towards him
He is me, we are hers to hurt
By each hurd of megahurtz spurt
Lyrics turned lances advance in
Solitude dances ants inch slow
Tip toed tiles traveled tandem
Random hands hung ransom handsome
Stance of sound paid in full
Slight of mind slayed the fool.

 

[plazma]

I always get a bit of a jump in excitement when I see another one of your pieces on the page, simply because your grasp of language and the subtle way you manipulate words, to give meanings upon meanings.

This one is certainly no exception, and these two lines I particularly liked.

Stance of sound paid in full
Slight of mind slayed the fool.

Damn nice work!

-plaz out-