Peaches Too Ripe To Eat And Too Fresh For Throwing

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young_blood
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since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

0 posted 2004-07-29 11:49 PM

Peaches Too Ripe To Eat And Too Fresh For Throwing

To Kathlene the world is swollen,
Full of blo*d rushing around,
Her cheeks provide a landscape view
But all she sees is the ground.

Father loves her so much these days
And beating her face shows his passion,
Poor Kathlene believes in boxing,
With her hands tied in helpless fashion.

Midnight fog calls to her bruised ears,
having heard too many serpent's tongues,
And wishes for a dance in the street,
But the reply is lost in her raspy lungs.

This gi*l's beauty is hidden down deep
Beneath the scars, tears, and tissues.
If only we could see the sun without shades
We could imagine the raging wars that insue. (in her heart of hearts)

Oh Kathlene, I would steal fists
And endure the words dipped in cigarette smoke lace,
Slowly turning turning laughter in wretching,
Planting roads of future years upon a childish face.

Pray and wait for an answer on the wind,
One that your father will miss in his drunkeness.
Let a tear fall for a moment, long enough for an angel
To show God and let Him place them in His eyes to rest.

[This message has been edited by young_blood (07-30-2004 12:44 AM).]

Copperbell
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since 2003-11-08

Posts 956

1 posted 2004-07-30 12:27 PM

Beautiful poem, so full; it painted such a picture; I could only wish it were fiction, but I know so many experience this

how my heart aches for her, the many girls who know this pain

kissa~rachelle
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since 2003-11-27

Posts 988
nowhere special

2 posted 2004-07-30 01:00 AM

You put it to where i could just picture her, breathing in the night, fog behind her, and her face bruised and battered, with a single tear running down her cheek. This poem was so...amazing. The imagery, and emotion you filled this poem with...it was really beautiful.

Kissa

I want a relationship i can finally sink my teeth into.~ Alexander Sterling

young_blood
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since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

3 posted 2004-07-30 10:53 AM

thank you both for the wonderful comments

Lexy
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since 2003-01-28

Posts 1038
California

4 posted 2004-08-02 05:14 PM

very good. a sad story, but very good.

young_blood
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since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

5 posted 2004-08-02 10:14 PM

thanks lexy

croyles
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since 2004-01-27

Posts 102

6 posted 2004-08-12 06:12 PM

ok, well i really love your poems. I like that kind of preaching sound you have to your poetry, that constant talking sound. Its hard to describe, easy to compare with Jim Morrisons poetry.

young_blood
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since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

7 posted 2004-08-12 11:59 PM

once again croyles, i am glad that you like my stuff, thanks for commenting

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