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I, the Vagrant
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I, the Vagrant
I, the Vagrant
From my gutter
smog-warmed air embraces a squalid cheek.
Folded within the waves of each passing car,
like the endless current of the sea
beating its forlorn beauty upon the shore,
I shut my eyes.
I am one of the forgotten,
a casualty of causality.
Those who know my name
promenade on silver clouds
or writhe in sulfur pits.
A gray sky is a divine sanction
because it has not yet been cast sunless.
An obliging gesture is copious fortune
donated bountifully to the heart.
I wish only for the gift of such gestures,
for as kind and gentle a friend as they are to me
silence and solitude offer no solace.
From my gutter
I once more accede the embrace.
My eyes never open again.
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May 12th 2005
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It's been a while since I submitted some new poetry, so it's about time. When I write, I never go to the words, the words always come to me. I've been so busy with art recently that the words didn't quite get through. But here they are in "I, the Vagrant". It's rather depressing really,
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InsanishVikkiXD Says:
Awe... Angsty... I usually like angst but this is too much ^^ You're such a great writer!! ^^ I love your poems and stories! Post more!
~Vikki