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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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angry bird You wanted to hug and you put on a smile, but I froze you where you stand. There's a finger in the middle of us. The one in the middle of my hand. You tell how much you hate me. In ten minutes you'll say, "Sorry I was so mean." What you don't mean are the words you say. So I put up a finger in between. I'm sick of all your piercing words and of these soggy apologies. I'm tired of trying to talk to you so my finger speaks for me. You can come and sob to me. Tell me things that aren't true. But if you wanna know what's in my heart, my finger won't ever lie to you. Don't come near or touch me. I know how the love of a fist feels. I choose to bottle my anger in a finger, but my hate for you is just as real. My finger knows the back of your head, and it knows your bedroom door. Today it knows your eyes because we choose to hide no more. My finger starts the car and turns on the A/C. I drive far away as it jumps out the window to say "Goodbye" for me. Perhaps you call "tough love" what I call "hate and abuse". But if you ever need a reminder, my finger is here for you.< !signature--> We all got somethin' we need to atone for. [This message has been edited by Ethan_Halo (edited 06-08-2000).] |
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sarahC Member
since 2000-06-07
Posts 84Michigan |
There is alot of emotion in your poem...I can feel it in the words you choose...very good expression...I liked it..  I'll be looking for more of yours.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
You wanted to hug and you put on a smile, but I froze you where you stand. There's a finger in the middle of us. The one in the middle of my hand. You tell how much you hate me. In ten minutes you'll say, "Sorry I was so mean." What you don't mean are the words you say. So I put up a finger in between. I'm sick of all your piercing words and of these soggy apologies. I'm tired of trying to talk to you so my finger speaks for me. -------------- OH MAN!!! I LOVE THIS POEM!! Ethan..darlin I love your poetic mind!! this is so perfect with your sarcasim and wit. I dont know whether to laugh or cry with ya... I do so get the anger and the need to kiss this person off, but the hurt in this poem is evidnet as well... so I'll hug ya for both reasons. This is the most poetic and eloquent flip off I have ever seen... you are so cool... I love the way you write my friend I wish you would post more often!! later-cool-poet-gator. jm I think I could need - this in my life I think I'm just scared - that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling ... If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home cuz there's a little bit of something me... In everything in you. ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
JM- i wish i could be inspired as often as all the people here at passions. i really admire you and the rest of the roster of names here. you guys an gals are in here EVERY day composing beautiful stuff. i strive to be like you. Thanks for the kind words JM.< !signature--> We all got somethin' we need to atone for. [This message has been edited by Ethan_Halo (edited 06-08-2000).] |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Well, well, well!!! Hehe. Oh what a great expression here. Feelings bleeding from the text. Great work. Cleverly written. Take care. *Peace. *Oh yeah,...BTW, Love the title.  .[This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 06-08-2000).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love the pun of the title -- it's also fair warning: SEVERE anger within. Your word choices were great. One question: how do you turn on your car and work your A/C with a middle finger? That sounds painful. Seriously though; great read, especially for those smarting from breakups (I'm sure there's a few out there, right?)Mike |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Don't come near or touch me. I know how the love of a fist feels. I choose to bottle my anger in a finger, but my hate for you is just as real. My finger knows the back of your head, and it knows your bedroom door. Today it knows your eyes because we choose to hide no more. ------------ Im baaaack... i just had to read this one again before i sign off for the nite...it made my day >>My finger knows the back of your head,<<< MAN do I love that line... this poem just flat out rocks Ethan later-bird-gator jm I think I could need - this in my life I think I'm just scared - that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling ... If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home cuz there's a little bit of something me... In everything in you. ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Give me a chance, and I will rip your heart apart, tear away your soul, But why should I take that nasty trip, when I could use this finger to show my hate's bowl? ...... Jack the ripper is back, but with more subtlety...anger wreaks the most potent of viruses on mankind, but controlled anger is sheer pleasure to behold for the one who delivers, one shudders to think what happens to the recipient of such cold anger.... Pretty nasty, very real, reminds me of a few great rock songs, that rumble throught this rustic mind...Poor Mistreated Me, Bleeding Me!!! Nice work with the 'hate' theme, Ethan, amazing title too! Regards, sudhir. Meanwhile back to the war zone with Pink Floyd...< !signature--> Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-09-2000).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
er--Merry meet? A very eloquent kiss-off here ethan...well done... |
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