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Sowing Poppies
I do often wonder,
Do poppies still sow?
In the back of your mind,
Do they continue to grow?
Do your lies still fill a room,
Your silence a crowd?
Do you still close your eyes,
When you think no one is around?
Pretend I’m just an image,
Just a fragment of your mind,
That I’m not the girl you shot down,
That all is just fine?
That my bed is one of roses,
Of satin and love.
That it has not since blackened,
Unfurled to ashes and dust?
Do you still say you love me,
When you visit my grave?
Do you still tell the cops,
That you are not of any blame?
Do you still pretend when your face gets red,
That it’s not out of shame?
Do you still kneel down,
Before you start to pray?
Clasp your hands tight,
Then begin to shake?
Do you still utter a wish,
An occasional silent prayer,
That one day you’ll wake up,
And my name won’t be there?
Do you still begin to talk,
When you start to feel lonely?
Pretend that my ghost,
Is one of cronies?
Do you still swallow darkness,
As you did that last night?
Choke back a bottle,
Then begin to cry?
Pray to a girl,
Who can no longer hear you?
You’re not losing your mind,
This feeling is brand new.
Do you still sometimes pretend,
That I’m outside your gate?
That if you hurry down the staircase,
It won’t be too late?
Do you still sometimes cry,
When it begins to pour down rain?
Continue sowing poppies,
In your garden of shame?
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very nicely written
i checked your work out as promised :)
Coll :)
thanks for everything! see you around here!
(I replied to you from here cuz replying from my poem is not working... don't know why!...)
Girl with one Eye is so dark and twisted, I really aprecciate that one! love love Cosmic Love - gotta be one of the most great pop songs ever! Also: Dog Days Are Over (it's like an anthem for me!) Drumming Song... I adore their cover of Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love. Most recently I'm into What the Water Gave Me (just freaking blows my mind away!). Can't wait for the release of the album tomorrow; I ordered the Ceremonials Deluxe!!!
just a curiosity: did you re-write your reply in order for me to understand the meaning of hbu? since I'm not a native speaker? Because if so, let me tell you that was really polite and sweet of you! :)
I'm glad I checked this out! This has a great song-lyric capability. The subject matter reminds me very much of some of my favorite Sylvia Plath poems (she was a little fixated with poppies).
This is one of the best peices of poetry I have ever read! (:
I would love to read more. So keep up the writting.
