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...the longest blink comes to them that think they know the price of looking twice too deep inside- where horror sits behind the eyes.... -Okay.. few notes on this one- ~the premise behind this poem/poetic story is when someone (a non-writer/poet) blithely wants a poet to tell them how to be "like them". I actually had someone ask me how I see the things I see , think the things I think & thus write the way I do once... needless to say it rubbed me totally the wrong way. *of course they worded it in a totally f***** up way- so there's that... and thus this poem/my answer was born. *evil laughter* ~I originally began this poem mirroring the poem by Emily Dickinson- "I had no time to hate".... but me being me.... well let's just say that I suck at mirroring, haha. I eventually fell into my own typical flow... so apologies in advance. ~The opening verse of this poems sucks a**.... ON PURPOSE! The rest gets better. I promise ;-) Interesting side note/true story.... I read this poem to my best friend and apparently scared the shit out of her! I'm not sure if it was the words or the way I spat it out... but again, me being me... it was most likely my evil-ass delivery. hehe. So enjoy!
Blink
