<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Suspended Mortality</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My bones shifted<br>Where a truant soul<br>Once malingered, <br>My eyes lisp into<br>The siphoning light<br>Purge into whiteness, <br>My lips quaver malignantly<br>And then sojourns shuddering<br>As a wisp of breath escaped<br>Into an abortive valley, <br>My grip tightens then <br>Loosen its flimsy cajoling<br>Torn between fighting<br>For convalescence and<br>Submitting into honesty: <br>To severing the cord; <br>I chose to fought to keep<br>The persiennes open<br>And to resuscitate <br>The painful haggling<br>But how do we fill our holes? <br>We live and breathe, <br>But what do we live for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This skin is marred<br>By scars of little deaths<br>Pestered by the superfluity<br>Of bruises and sanguinary<br>For many a struggling and <br>Infinite unrivaled contending<br>These oppressions that<br>Sullies the sleepless vault<br>Is the same desiccation<br>I found in a burning wood<br>Thrown into the hearth<br>Accumulating warmth<br>This is the machinism<br>Of the puppet and his strings<br>Finding quintessence in<br>Harried places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as we ruminate <br>Into these glacial trail<br>Of our squalid putrefaction<br>We hope to make amends<br>Underneath a requiem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We vie for verve, we vie for demise<br>We vie to remember, we vie to forget<br>The tongue held in the cheek <br>From gorging the elegy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because in living life<br>We nurture death<br>And the greater breath<br>I heave for your robust<br>Vigor and bereft<br>The greater defilement<br>Slither in your veins<br>Like sleeping cells<br>Waiting to burst<br>And poison you from<br>The very core</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without my struggles<br>The pain and its<br>Ever glorious spawns<br>I am tight-roping<br>In a suspended moment<br>Of perpetual decay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471535" data-title="Suspended Mortality de Norman Santos" data-description="My bones shifted Where a truant soul Once malingered, My eyes lisp into The siphoning light Purge into whiteness, My lips quaver malignantly And then sojourns shuddering As a wisp of breath escaped Into an abortive valley, My grip tightens then..."></div> </div> </div>

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