L. V., i found this poem tracing constellations on your back
L. V., i found this poem at the hands of a stranger
You talked about your old poem titled Literary Vein. Can you direct me to the post? I can't find it anywhere on your page. Thank you!!
I don't think I've posted it before. Maybe snippets of it. But here it is:
Literary Vein
I reread my favourite book today. The plot was the same. The characters, unchanged.
They’re the same age, wearing the same clothes I’d left them in years ago.
The words were unaltered; the pages still smell like Sundays alone at home.
The only thing that changed was the emotions. When I reached the climax,
I did not feel the same rushing excitement I once felt, finding out who the murderer was.
On the contrary you still make me feel
like I could tell you anything even after all these years.
Perhaps in that sense, one could say you are my favourite book.
L. V., i found this poem flying too close to the sun
L. V., i found this poem when the moon was just the moon
L. V., i found this poem stuck between a stray dog's teeth
L. V., i found this poem in the right place at the right time with the right people
Your Vincent Van Gogh poem is beautiful. Now I wanna believe in reincarnation too.
Let's believe in reincarnation together, dear stranger.
the poem
L. V., meet me at the epilogue
L. V., i found this poem on the ground, sobbing
L. V., i found this poem as it wrinkled and went black, plopping to the ground at my feet
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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