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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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Did you know my first girlfriend Wasn't until college? Think about those 21 years of loneliness, for a moment, With me. I wondered what a kiss must feel like. What it would mean to touch a girl. What's wrong with me. Yesterday, I saw a great friend married. He's quite a catch, One of my friends informed me as she scoped the floor Of singles among the dancing couples. One of the guys she was attracted to was an obvious alcoholic, Clutching a sweating bottle, small amount of liquid inside Sloshing to the beat of stock dance music. When I requested Prince, The d.j. played The Time. I should have brought the CDs, And kicked his graying ass out of the building. Did you know my only girlfriend Wasn't until college? (what's wrong with me) Think with me, for a moment, How loneliness can erase the modest gesture Of bubble wands removed from fake champagne bottles, Of camera clicks for candid shots, Of waiting restaurant silverware and cocktail trays. When pods fell on my lap From the tree above laced in yellow lights, I felt further marked. When will I know? When will I have a home? Okay, stop thinking. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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Think about those 21 years of loneliness, for a moment, With me.What's wrong with me. ========================= Think with me, for a moment, I wondered what a kiss must feel like. What it would mean to touch a girl. ========================== How loneliness can erase the modest gesture Of bubble wands removed from fake champagne bottles, Of camera clicks for candid shots, Of waiting restaurant silverware and cocktail trays. When pods fell on my lap From the tree above laced in yellow lights, I felt further marked. When will I know? When will I have a home? Okay, stop thinking. ======================== there is nothing wrong with you baby... some are so special and their light so bright and so rare..that it blinds mortal humans from seeing ones grace... You are so gifted Mike... i saw your light so long ago when i read your first words.. see your self thru your amazing poetry... and believe... we have to love ourselves before others can truly love us.. I know the loneliness you speak of here.. I lived it most of my life... but when I was shown my own reflection thru my poetry and the trust of a freind... the rest all came to be.. I was 41 at the time... you got so much time...your still finding your stride... and your gonna glide baby..i know it take care of you and me sweet s'en while Im gone,K?... I love ya Mike... butterfly slippers < !signature--> There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 08-27-2000).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 Much love.Mike |
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