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my room

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Crimson Rogue
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0 posted 09-14-99 11:33 PM       View Profile for Crimson Rogue   Email Crimson Rogue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Crimson Rogue

Forewarning: This piece is a bit long, sorry

Tonight I lie awake with my room
Filled with remorse
Overflowing with hatred
Pure and true

No future for me
No future with anyone
No life no death
No future with anyone

Filling the room
Anger stenches the air
I lie in this room
This room with stenched air

No thoughts pass my mind
No memories say hello
A couple of sayings are stuck in my head
Repeating in my head

Wasted time for me
No reason to stay
Wasted time for me
Too many reasons to leave

Where has love gone
Not to my room
My room is filled
Filled with wonder

Wonder anger regret
Have filled my room
Love memories happiness
Have left my room

No memories of past angers
No reason for present ones
Still they fill my room
Now they fill me

Love drowned in the well
The abandoned well of yesterday
Dissolved into nothing
Lets see who drinks the water

I donít want to leave
My room is mine
My last possession
My only possession worth it

My room is angry
Its own anger
Pushing me out
Pushing itself in

I can stay
If I change
Change
Change what

I donít want to change
Itís my room
It should change
Change first

My room said yes, yes to change
Yes to memories
Yes to happiness
Yes to love

I fall into denial
Denial of this change
I want to believe
Believe in change

My room is itselfís now
Its own possession
No longer my own
No longer my last possession

Love
Yes to love
Love can be
Be my last possession

I want my room
Jealousy fills me now
I wonít let it go
Fight to death I will

If I share love
Will my room come back
Maybe so
It doesnít matter any more

Now my love is my last possession
Who wants it
Love for sale
Best deal will get it

Do you want it
Come and get it
Come and deal with me
Pay your price

I donít want money
I want my room
My love
For you room

I have a room now
My room
It smells
Not like before

All that matters
Is in my room now
My room
My stinky room

You want to visit my room
Be careful
Itís new
I just got it

Still no reason
No reason to stay in my room
There are reasons to leave
Leave my room

Wonder fills my room
Maybe Iíll like wonder
Maybe itíll like me
Together weíll like each other

Where are you room
Are you with me
Are you alone
I am alone

Fill me room
Give me life with your breath
Fill me room
Stay with me

Youíre my room
My last possession
My only possession
A possession worth it

I need my room
Does my room need me
Iíll live in my room
My room will live with me

A future for me
A future with someone
A future with my room
A future with you

I lie awake in my room
Filled with change
Nothing but horrible horrible change
In my room

My room
No one elseís
My room
My only last worthy possession

My room
© Copyright 1999 Crimson Rogue - All Rights Reserved
Lucie
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1 posted 09-15-99 12:18 AM       View Profile for Lucie   Email Lucie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lucie

ummm uhhh.. interesting.
Lucie
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2 posted 09-15-99 12:21 AM       View Profile for Lucie   Email Lucie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lucie

I am so sorry.. let me first apologize..haha.. ok..for what I am about to say. Because I am sure you were feeling a lot of pain here. But when I read this.. you reminded me of Steve Martin in that movie.. I don't need anything.. except this ashtray.. and I don't need anything .. except this lamp..hehhehe sooooorrrryyy..hahha
Justbleu
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3 posted 09-15-99 12:42 AM       View Profile for Justbleu   Email Justbleu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Justbleu's Home Page   View IP for Justbleu

Your poem stirred some emotion I'm not quite sure I understand!! I sensed some pain there!! Intersting poem...keep writing!!

Thank You!!

Justbleu

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"Is she living in a dream, Is she playing make-believe???"
Crimson Rogue
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4 posted 09-15-99 03:21 PM       View Profile for Crimson Rogue   Email Crimson Rogue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Crimson Rogue

Thank you Lucie & Justbleu for your comments. Lucie, I'm shamed that I don't know what movie you're talking about because I love Steve Martin. You don't have to apologize for anything. It is just that anyone that "knows" me will tell you that my room is my favorite "possession" because it has nothing but me on the walls and on the floors. A complete expression of who I am.
miriam
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Posts 334
glendale,ca.


5 posted 09-15-99 05:43 PM       View Profile for miriam   Email miriam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for miriam

I know you! I know you! so here goes my description of your room. Your wall by your desk has a pretty pink heart that i gave to you some years ago "I lullie li" it says. Your mirror has stickers that say "bite me" or something like that. The other mirror HAD pictures of me...r they still there? Now your walls have drawings of these things that you love so much. You have a sock drawer full of letters that brought so much pain to me. The picture on top of your T.V. set is the worst pain I have ever felt. The turtles I gave you are in a tank (trinity & trinity 2). The best part of your room? The best part of your room is in my memory bank. The part where I open the door, and the first thing I see is you laying on your tiny bed. You reach out for me, and we hold on, forgetting what's outside of your bedroom door.

miriam galindo coronado
Crimson Rogue
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6 posted 09-15-99 09:43 PM       View Profile for Crimson Rogue   Email Crimson Rogue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Crimson Rogue

Thank you, Miriam, for telling everyone my room! J/P You have a good memory. The letters, that I think you're talking about, don't have a home in my drawer anymore; they are 1000's of ashes in the air. The picture you dislike is somewhere in my closet now, hiding away, indefinitely, and one picture of you remains on my mirror: you sleeping. Oh, yes, I drew a hand, right next to my bed; it's reaching out and up. Maybe, one day, you'll see it.
Crimson Rogue
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7 posted 09-15-99 09:48 PM       View Profile for Crimson Rogue   Email Crimson Rogue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Crimson Rogue

I have to clear something up with all the people here.. My turtles are named: Cancer(the big one) & Death(the small one). I know those names sound a bit harsh, but they're my turtles. Thanks, Miriam, for getting them for me. Just had to fix that with everyone.
miriam
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glendale,ca.


8 posted 09-16-99 01:11 AM       View Profile for miriam   Email miriam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for miriam

Cancer and Death??? I give you children so you could name them Cancer and Death? I don't think so.
Justbleu
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9 posted 09-16-99 01:16 AM       View Profile for Justbleu   Email Justbleu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Justbleu's Home Page   View IP for Justbleu

LOL!!! Too funny!!

Cancer and Death?? Why?? If I may ask??





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"Is she living in a dream, Is she playing make-believe???"
Justbleu

miriam
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10 posted 09-16-99 01:41 AM       View Profile for miriam   Email miriam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for miriam

Don't you think that's one of the dumbest names you could give turtles?? Their original names are trinity and trinity2 but after i gave them to him he cursed them with such wicked names. You tell him Justbleu.
Justbleu
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11 posted 09-16-99 01:43 AM       View Profile for Justbleu   Email Justbleu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Justbleu's Home Page   View IP for Justbleu

Why???? We don't understand!!!



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"Is she living in a dream, Is she playing make-believe???"
Justbleu

Crimson Rogue
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12 posted 09-16-99 03:04 PM       View Profile for Crimson Rogue   Email Crimson Rogue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Crimson Rogue

That's the kind of person I am, fellas. Miriam only named the first one before I got the chance to name it. In faact it already had the name Trinity when I got it and since I was the new owner, I wanted to change the name and that's the first theing that popped in my head. The other one would feel silly if her sister's name was Cancer and her name was Trinity2. That just wouldn't work. I like the names, and they're in my room, but if you want them you're mmore than welcome to change their names. I wouldn't mind. A name's a name, for turtles at least.
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