10-24-2013, 02:03 AM
Why does it hurt so much? Or better – why does it linger,
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting. me gusta
I wake up, slowly,
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day. is "slowly" twice really necessary?
and it’s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfort
because the aircon has been turned too low
and there’s no hiding from it in my small room. I like this, too.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate had to google "expropriate" ><
all the spaces
that had once been yours.
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I was trying to draw some meaning form the "waking up in the mornings" bit...and the "because I'm Russian..." just threw me off. So, while I like the imagery quite a bit, I don't know what to make of the poem. Also, isn't Russia cold most of the year? Why'd you even have the a/c on, silly?
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting. me gusta
I wake up, slowly,
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day. is "slowly" twice really necessary?
and it’s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfort
because the aircon has been turned too low
and there’s no hiding from it in my small room. I like this, too.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate had to google "expropriate" ><
all the spaces
that had once been yours.
----
I was trying to draw some meaning form the "waking up in the mornings" bit...and the "because I'm Russian..." just threw me off. So, while I like the imagery quite a bit, I don't know what to make of the poem. Also, isn't Russia cold most of the year? Why'd you even have the a/c on, silly?
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!