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Alexander Graham Misery ( Or) Phone Call for denial)
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Alexander Graham Misery ( Or) Phone Call for denial) |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
2 AM when it rang that late it is always a demon crawling out of the dark to sink teeth into those places you try and protect with armor layered with denial I remember the stumbled Stubbing dash to grab its Black throat and try to throttle Anything vile out of what it spat As it got close to me ear The scrambled tug of clothes Followed the ending slam As it was put back to rest There on the wall Then came the nights And days of wait And I couldn’t pass one Coin slotted or not Without the urge to rip it apart Just as it had ripped normalcy It’s quiet in intensive care And scary to walk down Green lit halls every two hours And stare at waxen face of death delayed When what stares back at you May never know how stupid it all was How wasted the effort She couldn’t run But she had tried for years And finally tripped up Splitting her guts open on chromed steel Put there to decorate and busting her head As she tumbled out of the roll Wild Turkey and Weed Her favorites Don’t mix with speed |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You split intense into nuanced fragments of pain... hearkening to a bell's ring... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
just rememebring... that's all. Now that enough years have passed it is all filtered into the proper places..sad thing is she still doesn't know..all these years later |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
but...but...they do mix pretty well with speed?..Especially with wild turkey..it comes up smooth...Good write... [This message has been edited by Toerag (10-18-2002 03:49 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
depends Toe... on what you want to mix.... if it is body parts with gravel and steel on a dark road..yeah they mix great... if it is blood and broken dreams... yeah they mix well indeed.... |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
I wept when reading this, and understand. How very sad for all involved. I hope what you have shared today will cause just one person to "listen", and seek help. hug to you and warm regards, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. "Desiderata" [This message has been edited by regards2you (10-20-2002 10:53 AM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Yep, seen it. Seems.......wasteful, no? Brought it home, Ron ~Ed |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
The scrambled tug of clothes Followed the ending slam As it was put back to rest There on the wall Not sure what the title had me expecting but it wasn't this. 'This' turned out to be a moment I've lived many times. And I understand your need to have her 'see it'. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Wish I could write it down like you do.... it's all good but that first stanza drew me in and held me captive! |
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Alicia Member
since 2002-03-22
Posts 279 |
~The stanza that Duncan plucked grabbed me as well,...the entire thing really, clenching write, so sore and real. *Peace. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
This is such a vivid portrayal of a real life drama--- with an important message that was superbly conveyed through your poem. This must have been an incredibly painful experience for all of you. ~ With the passing of time, may all wounds be healed ~ EA |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
I know that 'phone hatred'.....and I guess it is worse when it does ring than when it doesn't....but both are hard great write |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Ron, How I hate those phone calls. Pain is a most challenging teacher. And agony rings from our mind thoughts we'd rather deny. But reality compels us forwards awaiting the next call. This truly is a compeling write. Well done. And I am so sorry for your needless loss. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I could feel the anger, hurt, rage and sorrow. |
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