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Of that song I could smell with my eyes

By Andrei Z.Published about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read

Choking to death

With the grace

Of a feral cat.

Give me a pat

On the face.

\

The surplus of days

And nights

That blend into one

Grey, monotone mess.

Please give me a gun.

\

The dust and the lust

Last 'til they are no more

'Cause all those things pass.

But your smacks and your slaps

Swell, life.

\

And I'd rather dive

Into oceans of grace,

I would graze on the words

Of that song I could smell

With my eyes.

Stream of Consciousnessperformance poetry

About the Creator

Andrei Z.

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Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  1. Compelling and original writing

    Creative use of language & vocab

  2. Excellent storytelling

    Original narrative & well developed characters

  3. Eye opening

    Niche topic & fresh perspectives

  1. Heartfelt and relatable

    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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  • Megabout a year ago

    I really enjoyed the imagery in this piece, particularly in the last five lines. Brilliant poem!

  • Testabout a year ago

    Another thought provoking piece by you!! I do love the way you spin a phrase and really play with the different elements of each word. Nicely done!!

  • Paul Stewartabout a year ago

    This is amazing, Andrei...I always love your attention to small details and unique interpretations and experimentation. Like Silver, I agree this would be awesome performed!

  • Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago

    Awesome work

  • Silver Dauxabout a year ago

    I loved this. It's just begging to be performed aloud. Great poetry!

  • Rachel Deemingabout a year ago

    You can never be over-stimulated. Drink it in.

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