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My Fingers Eat Dirt

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My feet drowned water
My fingers ate dirt
My mouth failed filth 
My heart beat yours
             While trying to kick habits
             You silenced my life 
             Suffocated spring rain
             Melted snow white pleasure
             Innocence excluded
My eyes burned charcoal 
My toes grew deep roots 
My waist encircled 
Your hate with metal 
       Today your cold bed 
       Will wither and wilt away 
       The story I needed to tell you 
       I take with me without regret 
       Our story ends here. 

                               Mine now begins. 

                                       ***

April 8, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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Christie Moses

Date: 4/24/2017 5:13:00 AM

I really felt the emotion in this. Well written.

Darren White
Date: 5/14/2017 10:04:00 AM

Christie, I am sorry, I only see your comment now. Thank you.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 4/11/2017 5:12:00 AM

Wow! You blew me away w/this poem, Darren. Your skillful pen writes sublime. I said to myself that title is great. And to read the substance of the poem, I just couldn't wait. You truly elevated my consciousness w/this reality altering poem. Great, great poem, my friend. Much love and respect to you young man.

Darren White
Date: 4/11/2017 5:19:00 AM

I am really honoured by your wonderful comment. Thank you so incredibly much :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 4/10/2017 10:22:00 PM

Tonight I eat dirt, that you may know that I understand! Absolutely great poetry and that music, how do you do it? Amazing.

Darren White
Date: 4/11/2017 12:38:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. That music is amazing, and I wrote the poem while istening to it. :)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/9/2017 8:52:00 PM

Darren, this is marvelously emotive and well crafted. GREAT writing, my friend. so you have got really curly hair. I'd never have guessed on that bald penguin. haha. I stopped using extensions years ago. It's all I can do now to keep up the color to stave off the gray!!

Darren White
Date: 4/9/2017 11:39:00 PM

Nothing wrong with grey. I love the color! Thank you for liking my poem.

Sara Ella

Date: 4/9/2017 2:37:00 PM

A new beginning - like spring :) This is a sad poem that ends on a positive note. The picture though - is that a plant? O.O

Darren White
Date: 4/9/2017 11:38:00 PM

Haha yes Sara, it's a plant :)

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/9/2017 5:47:00 AM

So many great images - my fingers ate dirt, my eyes burned charcoal...

Darren White
Date: 4/9/2017 5:52:00 AM

Thank you, Kim!

Anil Deo

Date: 4/8/2017 4:40:00 PM

The real LIFE begins with the poem's "ending" - so exquisite. Darren this piece covers almost all contradictions we humans experience. A SEVEN, kudos2U. And shabbat shalom/joy/Restoration

Darren White
Date: 4/8/2017 11:07:00 PM

Thank you very much, also for the 7 :) Yes, that is indeed what it's about.

Lisa Ricci

Date: 4/8/2017 1:35:00 PM

Darren Darren Darren. I have no words. All I will say is may the little bird fly and be free. Such beauty and beyond the entry and the attached music. We readers thank you. I thank you. Well done entirely.

Darren White
Date: 4/8/2017 2:01:00 PM

Lisa, thank you. The little bird is free. :)

White Wolf

Date: 4/8/2017 10:27:00 AM

This poem shows great maturity, Duir! For one of such a tender age. I have just returned from a night out and it is nearly 2 in the morning! To find this gem, my friend! All I can say is, pizzazz! /|\

Darren White
Date: 4/8/2017 10:40:00 AM

Thanks Budgie my dear friend, now go to bed and SLEEP :)