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^ That last one frustrated more than all the others combined. Grr. #11 there are men in the fields, bronzed backs glaring at the sun. i am not among them, ...

^ Nope. It's equally applicable, though. #10.1 I sieve memories, shift and pore with jaundiced eyes, over rocks seeking gold; inflexible poetry, the drainer that retains nothing, leaves me blinded ...

#10 'I don't want to die,' I said as you swooped on a drooping flower springing back up, petals in hand you laugh and I bristle at vulnerability so casually ...

I really, really enjoyed 'spring resolutions' and this last one too. I do so like seeing it done right. Keep going! You're nearly at 10!

#9.4 So, I saw you down the street, you know the one riddled with pot holes like pockmarks playing in the gutter, fingers flexing around rusted drains and you pressed ...

#9.3 'The Entertainment' Balloons fly, twisted beyond recognition into shapes, coloured by the laughs of kids taken high on candied words bandied about by a powdered clown I found quite ...

#9.2 I can't recall the particulars of our first day at school, just the musk of chalk and dust intertwined with shy smiles and cheap lunches by the swing set; ...

#9.1 Grandma's fingers are rolled tight nicotine patches; she barks imprecations at memories that won't bide by children too wild for domestication. the spark of her cigarette is spoiled, hidden ...

#9 I found you in a casket built from the ground your grandfather tilled with hands rough as bricks left too long in the sun. I still regret not nailing ...

D: but I like sleeping. Thanks though. Having gone over these three I wrote last night, I honestly can't believe the first one hahaha.

^ :) #This is All wrong these attempts at poetry fail, couching half-remembered revelations in imagery, clothed in unlikely enjambment that doesn't clarify nor astound or obscure preposterous meanings

#As Above i don't want to sleep angry as the day I was born, waking to a cereal of chipped teeth and clipped words scrawled in a discarded newspaper's yellowed ...

#I'mhalfasleepsotechnicallythisisn'tanentry the splendour is all mine of pixelated thoughts lost this time in the roughness of tissues, scrunched but curiously light, for all that it carries my shame

^ I'm glad. Thanks, Jack. #8 tap-tap-tap comes the knocking on my door; tap-tap-tap beats the echoing reply, and i realise that I knew all along, my heart is missing, ...

#7.4 My belly is bloated with the words of dead poets carried on the wings of mayflies dizzied by rhyme, and I lie wasted in this critical mausoleum as above ...