My Friend Lives In The House Where The Bruises Come

Jan 01, 2009 14:01


My Friend Lives In The House Where The Bruises Come

these rough unmannered things. )

bruises, quarters and coffee, poem, coffee

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alias_sariah January 2 2009, 01:51:32 UTC
Love the flow and imagery.
Good job

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kumquatxxi January 2 2009, 14:23:12 UTC
Thanks! :)

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xenoslaura March 1 2009, 14:55:10 UTC
Wow. It felt like a sharp stab in a dark room with my head erupting thoughts all over the midnight blue walls. O_O ((Does that make any sense?))

I liked it. I felt every moment of it. Like I was being minced, blended and doused in coffee--all the while conscious that you were there to help me, if I wanted.

But I think you made a typo in the first stanza? Unless you really meant, "a woman/ you though/ thoughtless"? ^_^ And your title kinda gives everything away, no? I mean, I feel that it would be a creative title for a prose piece. However, in this case, it has more syllables than even your longest line. ^^ Maybe you can shorten it to "The House Where Bruises Come"? It kind of allows more space for the persona of the poem. Like, instead of a friend, it could be a lover or an angel or God or the spirit of someone...etc.

But, otherwise, the body of the piece is absolutely stunning. *_* I can't wait to search for your other poems. LOL

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