I'm back, Two poems I wrote while ill.

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I've not wrote for a few months, I had block. Situation: I was bored out of my mind yesterday with the Gastric flu so I decided to write some poetry. Nothing personal, just some brainstorming resulted in what you see below. Not my best work, but I'd be happy with suggestions. Punctuation is crap I know.


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White chrome, drowning in red
My blood, only mine.
I fell
I hit my head
All my fault
I pray he won't do this again
I hope my scars heal
A copper key scratches in the lock
What a homecoming..?




DOLL

My child
Opaque skin, faultless, a doll.
All mothers say this.
Your sleeping so soundly
Since that October afternoon, I've had insomnia, I've wandered streets, back to that place.
I scour for memories, details I've forgotten
But I've forgotten nothing.
Caressing your hair, dark as pitch.
Lifting a lock I expose the mark.
When my life ended.
The only mark on you
They said you were thrown clear
Kissing you softly I say good night
I leave you in your coffin
Sleeping forever more.
Alice♥
"stay up all night with the stars."




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I liked them both. I wasn't sure about the ...? at the end of the first poem, though, it confused me a little. Also, the long line in the second poem looks out of place, those things niggle at me, but when I read it, it sounds right, like it should be one long line. Anyway, nice work.
Matt.




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Thanks Matt.
Alice♥
"stay up all night with the stars."



Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold