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running into my mother
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running into my mother |
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glorybox Junior Member
since 2000-09-17
Posts 26 |
I disappeared for three point two days Inside a shell and cowared for my mother I don't want anymore of this running and dancing about like a Ballerina with a broken leg I thought about if I had never pressed the pedal and decided to park instead I would have stumbled on that desert road I would have been thankful for breath I would have walked farther away Lunar, sinner I tripped under your glow and whispered "Mother, let me grow apart." But she, my mother, laughs a my thoughts and says, "Babygirl ... babygirl, who do I love?" She doesn't understand my constat need to leave Mother, I run just like you I think you know this I am your daughter and you taught me well Run to Hell and its angels to kiss upon Run to anyone because we victimized our trailer park wheels Drinking our glory into a treasure box Locking away our armor scraped clean Sleeping with the enemy Sleeping with our perfect passion purple panty pleas Just like the whores on Scott and 5th screaming for a ride These mirror faced reminders I see each new grey hair on my head like yours scattered about honey brown hair and honey hazel eyes Quietly dancing with our shadows in the corners of the Rock Inn Lounge The barmaid remembers raping her tips on velvet stools And spilling her drinks to wetten her tongue She owns her hell now and will pay for each beer bottle scream before she leaves me waiting Mother, where do we go? When we only run into ourselves and you see me crying and I see you lying face down bound to the legs stumbling across desert roads? Ypu stole me from the sky and thought I could shine below these wheels Run, Mother because I have walked away. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
These mirror faced reminders I see each new grey hair on my head like yours scattered about honey brown hair and honey hazel eyes Quietly dancing with our shadow sounds so much like me...your descriptions really reach me today ((hugs)) releasing in words does help, eventually ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
"you stole me from the sky and i thought i could shine below these wheels." i loved this line., the whole poem was actually great. there are so many implications. i wouldn't even know where to begin, but by saying, great work. jann elizabeth |
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