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Conversations Kill

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TwoSided
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since 07-06-2003
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0 posted 09-14-2003 11:36 PM       View Profile for TwoSided   Email TwoSided   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for TwoSided


I knew that night when you pressed my hand against your chest
That is was end game
I saw it in your eyes
Smelt it on your breath\
Monsieur Death had come from you
No, it couldn’t be true
Not you
Did death make a mistake?
Was it to late to undo it?
Why’d you have to tell me?
I could have been happy
In those last few days you spent with me
But every time I walked into that white hospital room
I knew all those words were true
Sitting down beside you, I begin to describe the world
From the grass outside to the plastic flowers in the lobby
Tougher we talked about all the things we once knew
Beautiful and bitter
We talk about it all
But one night after I left your side
I received a call
“She’s dead,” the doctor said
Buts that’s not all
“John come back, John I’m scared, Johen come back”
She also uttered on her deathbed
The receiver drops
Conversation ends
Between the Doctors
Between Friends
Between Family
Between Us.

*Ah bloody it's not that good certainly steping out of my new found way of writting but oh well.*
© Copyright 2003 TwoSided - All Rights Reserved
green_itchy_stuff
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since 06-26-2003
Posts 1937
New Caney, Tx


1 posted 09-14-2003 11:55 PM       View Profile for green_itchy_stuff   Email green_itchy_stuff   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for green_itchy_stuff

I liked this.  Its sad.  Its kind of like falling a long way then just like a hook at the end of a long rope or a noose just grabs you and tears something in half and the fall is over with nothing left to show for it.  

Nice write.

GIS

a trickle of music from a well
let it spill and roar like hell!

{Lord knows Im a VOODOO CHILD}-JIMI

littlewing
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since 03-02-2003
Posts 9998
New York


2 posted 09-15-2003 09:38 AM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

Two, no it is fantastic
I have relived this memory many times within my own mind
nice writing
xxoo
Lexy
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since 01-28-2003
Posts 1049
California


3 posted 09-15-2003 10:11 AM       View Profile for Lexy   Email Lexy   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lexy

you created quite a picture. I felt like I was there, in the white walled room, this was very touching, and sad.
~lex
TwoSided
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since 07-06-2003
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4 posted 09-15-2003 04:03 PM       View Profile for TwoSided   Email TwoSided   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for TwoSided

Oh I'm glad you all liked it, I almost didn't post it becauseI didn't think it was that good. But now I'm glad I did! Thank you all!
 
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