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Alone on a Friday MAG

May 19, 2010
By bluehousemop SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
bluehousemop SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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And everything is mirrors
The sky a perfect medium of blue
darkened with navy and orange capillaries,
and the whitewashed walls
I know to be scummed by the highway
mirror the sunset.
Inflate my lungs with the edible late January air
my torso twitching with the feeling of being
like a good dream
that lasts well throughout the morning.

And there is a lump of something bittersweet;
something delicious I've missed out on
lurks back there with the other chances.
But this, too, is right, and
completes it all.

A train passes
another mirror,
and I inhale again
this unlimited resource of warmest winter.

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on Sep. 14 2011 at 6:56 pm
IWillDream54 GOLD, Amarillo, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if they words they say aren't true they've won,
Now I'm left here dying in the sun..."

I think its saying that the character has skipped an oppurtunity to be with someone else doing something else and instead is alone... But I could be entirely wrong.(: Great poem! I love it!!

poetgirl said...
on Apr. 25 2011 at 7:38 pm
The descriptiveness is great! I can literally feel the poem. However, I'm not understanding the relevance of the title. Perhaps the poem's purpose isn't clear...?