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Beside me (rewrite)
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Beside me (rewrite) |
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Kevin Taylor Member
since 1999-12-23
Posts 185near Vancouver, BC, Canada 
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. Her hair was red/blond/basic black And now she's never coming back Again. You met her on a holiday You can't recall without her there. She's moved along and left you holding Empty air. Empty rooms and empty halls Fill the days you can't recall And left an empty bed alone Beside you. You met her on a summer day - Or was it winter - Who can say? Like falling leaves you fell One as the other. And then one day She said goodbye Without a word. She said goodbye. Her eyes had someone else inside. You stood there trying to decide Which lip was smiling. Now every girl you see instead And every time you turn your head And all the names of every street The colours of the sky at night The act of dawn, the smell of white Whatever tells you you're alive Tells you that you're dead inside. You wake up with the afternoon so you don't Have to feel alone. And then one day She's gone inside. You bring her back and let her slide Away again. Now mornings fade from grey to green And somewhere in the days between you Catch an eye. She catches you. And spends a night or maybe two. The hallway and the living room. The shower and the kitchen floor. What else had they existed for? Her altar hips, your feral lips, Her parted thighs, your tongue inside, The I-love-you's that were your guide. You bring her back and let her slide Away again. Now every scent of every flower Every early morning shower And all the songs on every street The colors of the sky at night The act of dawn, the smell of white Whatever tells me you're a man Tells me you're alive again Beside me. Kevin "Poetry is, at once, what you get... and how you get there." [This message has been edited by kevintaylor (edited 10-31-2001).] |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
A very passionate and powerful write Kevin. Take care.....Sue Suetang |
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Ama Zhu Zhu Junior Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 25Taipei, Taiwan |
is this another song? it seems like it might be. i love that 'brings her back and lets her slide away again' line. that and the description of the apartment and those other delicious bits. [This message has been edited by Ama Zhu Zhu (edited 10-31-2001).] |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Wow, pretty awesome writing here. I'm really enjoying your poetry. It flows along with a lilt, and such great expression. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Kevin, I think this has to be my favourite write of yours so far... (...until the next one)  Enjoyed, Nancy. ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
There is always something there to remind us of what once was. I thoroughly enjoyed this passion packed poem in all it's agony. |
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