New poem

But you cant read it.

Sorries!


Ill give you a hint: it was about wire bouquets and tinsle.


<3

Abrupt

103007
Oh, Ive loved before
Had bouquets of roses
Explode out of my chest
But all of my bouquets
Turn into severed wires
Rusting in my hollow form.

Oh, I opened shop
So long ago, the stock
Is getting outdated:
Passing the “sell by” dates
As I wait to flip the sign
“Open” to “Closed”.

And by the way
This ends not so
Abruptly.

©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Feeling

102607b
Colon c
Colon open parenthesis
Colon apostrophe
Open parenthesis
Colon slash
Greater than
Colon O
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Transience and Immortality

102607
You see
We are all just reeds
Flowing in
A current
We are all equals
With no front
With no back
The stream is eternal
Though reeds
Are not.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Subjectivity and Objectivity

102507
It is 2 a m
And I am seeing
Through these new eyes:
It has just dawned
Upon my small mind
That the world
Is subjective
Important, why?
Because it means
I am in control
This show is mine
You won’t hold me
Down any longer.
Someone embedded
Victory in my name
And I’ve been fighting
Since my birth. Since
Then I’ve crawled
Through hell and shit water
Through hate and true love
And I just came out 
From that tunnel
At the edge of
My existence
Where I saw objectivity die as I stood above
the tunnel’s mouth in the kind of expanse 
that threads the dreams of those who see 
only what is shown
And it was there
That I moved to
The subjective world
Where I make the
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© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

I just wrote

A poem about my thoughts and feelings on love.

But Im not going to share it.

You'll have to wait for the book.

Haha.

2.0

102207a
I feel bad
Killing the ants
That have staked claim
To my bathroom
And wonder
If I inclined
Cauliflower ear
Would I then hear
Happy melodies?
I cannot help
But imagine,
While they go down
The drain,
How much we share
In common.
I also wonder
If ants feel pain
When I crush them
Between my fingers
The same way
I would feel pain
If god picked up
My squirming body
And crushed it.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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102207b
God must have been very lonely
In order to create friends
That stopped talking to him
I cannot help but feel bad
Having been on the outside
Sitting in silence myself.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.