I really really really love typewriters.
irony spills from your blackened tongue
the ice never melted
and the stars always shone
the faces of the people you never knew
fake their broken smiles
and revere over you
the carcrash dreams were never forgotten
and the broken seams were only cotton
because the world got the better of humanity
forever is just a waste of time
and the calendar's bet on a rugged dime
perhaps we're all just caught up in our vanity
heart-broken eyes say a million words
read me your story
throw the rest to the birds
dainty delusions aren't all what they seem
you're no good at hiding
your fraudulent scheme
well the cracked mirror never told you otherwise
so you stood and you stared 'til the world burned down your eyes
dressed up in screams is the worst kind of disguise
so I'll see you in red 'til we say our last goodbyes
See that lack of grammar, Frances!
Toodlepip,
Christie xo
3 comments:
Thanks Christie!
I love the typewriter. I in the process on trying to get one myself, I think they're so great.
Thank you so much for sharing a piece of writing with us, it's fantastic.
I love your line 'the broken seams were only cotton'. I can't even explain why, it just stood out.
Frances
Thanks Frances, I'm glad you liked it :)
Hahah, yeah, that line is one of my metaphorical-synonyms tricky things. Synonym for split? Break.
And I now have TWO typewriters. My new one's called Betsy.
Ooooo you name your typewriters!? What a good idea. I wonder what I shall call mine? It would have to be a female name, I think... or maybe I could be subversive and choose a boy name. I'll think about it.
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