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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Walls I've learned that open arms are the most fragile of all when you've spent your life dreaming of Mr. Right and to no surprise, he is fate-slapped as Mr. Wrong in an overplayed song of having to settle for less, though still secretly thumbing through the fairytale want ads. I despise the fools who walk hand in hand, I crave their kiss, their bliss, their selfish display, for, I hate that I am not she or them or they, I mourn, I cringe, I loathe the luck they have, vile - you cunning cupid, you trickster, succeed, with all this talk of love you slight to see that I'm alone. And, I hate, I hate, I hate these walls that my arms have built to close, red stop sign, do not enter, I will hurt you before you slip through my vulnerability. Sardonic stance of dare, I lay the cards out on the table and win the game before we even start, you stand no chance, no tryst, romance, I fold for the prince, not the joker. Pity, you thought that you could hook, line and 'sink her,' but, in my smart stupidity, I'm not biting. Just once, I'd like to try on sighs for size and put on a man's lips like pants and dance around, naked, though fully clothed in peace, release, if only, why can't it be...just once? I'm sure that you've heard it all before as I stand in a line with thousands of others still searching, my dear friends, judging eyes, I beg your pardon, my apologies for this redundant remorse, my dime a dozen drudgery, brand me with the dunce cap of trite. Wise men always say "if you want your broken heart to be fixed you must give him all the pieces," but, I'm not willing, I'm terrified, I defeat myself, and doom this plea, cursing him for failing the test that even I don't have the correct answers to. Hope still has light, but, I close the curtains, I want to drown in the darkness and sweep the remnants of foresight under the bed. Brick walls, steel walls and concrete, thick skin sewn, conceal the shadows of my tears, layer of layer, intricately stacked on disappointment, fears in the shelter of stone. Sad, no man has yet to break through. By Melissa P. Monette |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big huggssssssss) Oh Melissa, I know how it must feel envying the others who seem more fortunate with love but I know with all my heart love will find a way to your heart, just know it is up to you to implode the walls! (sigh) My thoughts are with you, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
And, I hate, I hate, I hate these walls that my arms have built to close, red stop sign, do not enter, I will hurt you before you slip through my vulnerability. so many lines..I picked these first then wanted to add the next verse and the next until I may as well repost the whole poem.. lots of feeling here Melissa...and I have joined you in some. hugs M |
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Blue Kitty Member
since 2002-08-05
Posts 72Virginia |
Wow, what a poem! You certainly have a stinger honeybee. I know how you feel, some time I look at couple and say, hey, why not me too. Your poem says it all a lot better than I could. P. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Melissa, A formidable piece of writing. There is not a line I did not enjoy.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Melissa, this write is superb! Every single word, every line placed perfectly. You are growing as a writer in leaps and bounds. Fantastic outpouring of emotions here! Extremely well done. ~Hugs~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Wow...this is a remarkable piece of work--a painstaking dance of pen through introspection that owns up to responsibility while addressing the futility of the acceptance of self while still addressing the frustration of "what now"--total angst. I am MOST impressed, and I'm saving this one. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I would say that this is a good start. . . you amaze me every day. . . more and more. . . excellent. . .  ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Nothing more certain than self-fulfilling prophesies, patootie. Glad it's only a poem. It would take a Floridian to break down those walls!  |
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