Skeletons of the mind
sit in the empty corners
who knew
a mere organization
of collagen and calcium
could be so haunting
The universe of your cognizance
cannot be littered
with the emptiness of ossein
Bright beings of fire
are waiting to make their appearance
So while you’re at it
burn the stars
as well.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2017 09:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
How old are you, Nicole? NO, don't answer!!! All I want to say with this is that your poem carries a lot of weight, wisdom and beauty of expression, something usually expected from somebody older.
Great writing! Have to save it as a favorite!
Haha thank you so much!
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