I sailed your severed skin savour
while smiling.
cupped hands
catching telescopes on time
like juggling Alvarez
throwing stones
at the temple gongs-
to quench what swells
while breathing. I could surprise your
mouth with mine.
follow touch
with touch
but in the door way
flounder-swimming half faced
into the sand
swimming primitive
the way i learned to do.
you couldn't make me flip
but that doesn't mean i can't.
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hey there. i've been reading what you are posting. Most of them were great. i love what you are writing. I've been blogging for a while and only have a few posts. I made a new blog last year and i would love if you could give me any criticism. i just want to improve my writing. still new to this kind of literature and i find it good in expressing one's thoughts and emotions. I admire you're work and would love to hear some comments from inspiring writers such as yourself.
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best of luck,
DING
hey ding. I like the passion on your blog, you seem to write from your heart. one trick I like to use, while writing, is the metaphor. i.e. instead of saying, "I'm feeling bored without you," you could say, "and the dust grows easy, on the winter coats hanging comfortless..."
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oh okay. i'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the advice, i appreciate it. :)
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