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To My Other Self, With Love
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To My Other Self, With Love |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL 
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It took no money to walk on the beach for a while standing in hell dressed like our own personal heaven. Its a wonder I'm not cold by now for all the sin I've watched but I'm still here somewhere holding on to the inside of you. I'm your other you the one you turned your back on for nights under fresh stars with fresh destruction. Drinks on tap just like your soul you stood dressed no more in innocence than the very first time you put me here and its empty except for the cold way you need to finally be something else. You only think of me when you need warmth when you need something to believe in. We both know this isn't the kind of life you want to revel in but we've had second helpings of selfishness and its one hell of a plate, baby. This is your heart and I need to tell you to take one last longing look before I slam the door on all you once believed in with me but I can't because I'm *c*h*o*k*i*n*g* on the strength I'm suppose to have for you. Maybe you've come home late one too many times. Time for me to face what you haven't done. This is your heart and I haven't slammed the door yet but I don't think I can save you this time. How grave is my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Its a wonder I'm not cold by now for all the sin I've watched but I'm still here somewhere holding on to the inside of you. I'm your other you the one you turned your back on for nights under fresh stars with fresh destruction. ================================ damn girlie...this is one heck of a purge... all I can do is shake my head...I understand all too well this kind of personal honesty when we look at ourselves this way... the things we carry with us...the things we are drawn to...the things we hurt ourselves on time and time again... yes...my worst enemy is usually me. powerful, poignant, poetry here Jenn... a moth anthem me thinks.  how about how good it feels to finally forgive you |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Jenn, One more time...just one more time. Trust me it will be a good investment!  Incredible write.  It's never too late to have a good childhood! Woohoo! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
BRAVO!!! Oh Jenn, this is indeed so very powerful, I too think that in many cases we can always be our own worst enemies and life is all about a battle in winning the respect and admiration of ourselves, and being engaged from here on in! (big hugggssssss) This is excellent, sweet friend, I love your views on human emotions always, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jenn, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Jen, you've really outdone yourself here, it's a powerful fiery write! Take care, Melissa~ "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
to be ourself. . . or is it ourselves??? excellent. . . ---------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Jenn -this is great Its a reality poem when you know the story LOL- Runvus |
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Moonlight Romeo
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
Speaking in the other of yourself is the only reality. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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