August

[billy]

i liked that it wasn't emo-fied. i love the title in relation to the poem, an odd cliche if should want to edit but that's about it. no excess to write of and all in all a good write about a sad subject.

welcome to the site, and thanks for the decent feedback you've given elsewhere.

You can say goodbye by driving home with the radio off.

You can say goodbye by staring out at the moon,
[=4]remembering her cold hand come pumpkin carving time. cold hand seems a bit weak

[=4]She said autumn is now my favorite season
[=4]because we spent all summer
[=4]smoking and staring at our shoes. i like the simplicity of this stanza.

You can say goodbye by shifting between static
                and swallowing a handful of sleeping pills this feels cliche
                so you can fall onto the pillows but these two lines read well, original with a good image of how the drugs can hit you
                like a body might stumble from a ledge.

Goodbye, broken glass.

Goodbye, hand towels and carving knife.

You can say goodbye by writing if you can.

She said, Don’t worry about the night,
it was always too dark for me.
You’re thinking about this too much.
Buy a motor car. Drive somewhere far from me.
The ghosts will be gone by morning.