to the lost blogs
i can’t be the only
with a secret
a website
poetry and churned words
prose
bitterness and thoughts and blood
pieces of soul
bits of shallowness
a line of light cast out to the void
and a line of dark across our otherwise pristine search histories.
will they be discovered posthumously
or deleted!
by some bot with no music in its soul
and the work that we made
and never shared
never will be.
which is sad, because the time when these things should be
should be shared, that is
is after death.
ONLY then can these words
said in sorrow
anger
joy
out of some need that rearranges truth like flowers in a vase
for beauty’s sake
and now, when the words can’t touch us
they disappear?
the great bloggers of the past.
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July 28, 2009 at 8:27 am
samronsilva
“some need that rearranges truth like flowers in a vase”
Nice…….
Guys at wordpress brought me here, “possibly related posts”, you know. Ours are not related anyway, mine is a crooked ange to life. Just started though.
Visit me sometime.