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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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-the frustration- Bass notes bob in speakercaustic wire. I'm so tired, I can't fall asleep. I'm so tired, I can't creep, I can't weep, I can't fall over in a heap, I can't cut myself deep, I can't make myself weep, I can't fall asleep, I can't fall asleep, I am so tired. Music through speaker wire. I'd like to set fire to the past, Die gently and finally in the smoke blowing back at me. -the anger- Caustic liar, soothe my soothe-less soul. You have the appropriate hole. Let me slide inside, lock into control That locked me out and broke off the key. Locked me away outside from me. I'd like to drive tonight into the Hollywood hills And never come back. I'd like a plastic approximation Redoing of my face. I'd like big fake breasts to touch and taste. I'd like no-doz to fuel me to greater spirals of disappointment. I'd like to drive tonight down the 170. And I never want to come back. -the loss- Final goodbye message for tonight; Much like the other three I wrote over the past month. The time draws near like a bead of blood When we snapped like crows jerked through the wind. Your goddamn feathers didn't fall earthward Where I could pick them up, pat them flat, Carefully tape them over my door. They flew heavenward, and you were so f______ high I thought you were a star in the Hollywood hills. Now I get chills, and my own feathers are long gone. I don't need to cry. I don't need to fly. What did I just say? Good ol' Hollywood hills in hell. -the reason- I write this to get it away from me. People ask why am I such a downer. I guess I should take uppers and surgically implant sunglasses With rosehandle stems. When I try to pull them off, I'll cut myself on thorns to remind me I shouldn't think too hard. I write this to get it away from me And because I can't be too open to the people I know. How embarrassing to have a broken friend. I write this to get it out of my head so I can go to sleep. I write this to make the implosion slow and delicate and severe. I write this because I have no choice. I write this because I need my voice. People ask why do you toy with our emotions. I wish. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Hello m'sweet...bet you've been working too hard... Yes, it's me, of non-existant "e"! This is fabulous, of course, but leaves me worried, even if that leaves you bemused! Winky-Eyes, Smiley Face, Anything to make ya smile! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the anger- Caustic liar, soothe my soothe-less soul. You have the appropriate hole. Let me slide inside, lock into control That locked me out and broke off the key. Locked me away outside from me. ----------------- -the reason- I write this to get it away from me. People ask why am I such a downer. I guess I should take uppers and surgically implant sunglasses With rosehandle stems. When I try to pull them off, I'll cut myself on thorns to remind me I shouldn't think too hard. I write this to get it away from me And because I can't be too open to the people I know. How embarrassing to have a broken friend. I write this to get it out of my head so I can go to sleep. I write this to make the implosion slow and delicate and severe. I write this because I have no choice. I write this because I need my voice. People ask why do you toy with our emotions. I wish. ----------------------------- Well, as for "toy"...I dont know... as for stiring up emotions...definatly mine...most definatly... the depth and truth of emotion in that last stanza is just amazing to me. **I write this to make the implosion slow and delicate and severe.** and you do...oh how you do... thanx for the very cool read to start my day with...I'm putting my sunglasses back on now...(smile) take care, jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
Wild ride through your emotion, b. I don't think you left anything out, did you? Thank you for the peak. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for the responses to such a difficult poem. I appreciate it. Basically, this is my way of finally making peace with a poisonous relationship that died Easter last year. It's time to move on. I used to think making peace meant you were completely fine with how things turned out. Now I realize, realistically, it means you have to realize there was no other way things could have turned out -- it was gonna fail. And that's a great feeling, strangely, to know these things are out of your control. It gives you the chutzpah (that's the word) to try again. Later, all. Mike |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Yeah ! Let Mike do it ... in your pain you write so intensely ... it is a mesmerize that brings me into you. Mike ... I like the hope you give in your reply ... to 'try again' is an inspirtation in and by itself. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
whew...."I write this to get it away from me" how well I understand....am glad to see you coming to the point of going on  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
wow...Mike, your work, indescriptive igibleimagery... explanations? Wizard's wizardry...Love to you, another week....I broke down and ordered a PC without tendacy of slug...told them to hold the 'salt'... |
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