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The Black and Blues
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The Black and Blues |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas 
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I'm in a dark room today. In my head there is moody blues and smoke consuming my ill intentions. An old black man sings on stage; another lover is gone. I swirl my green Midouri Sour until it sloshes over the edge of a glass clearer than he or I could ever be. I wait until I catch his wrinkled gaze before licking moisture off my hand- salty sweet communication cathes him off gaurd and now he's singing for me alone. Today I'm thinking of warm bath water and cold memories touching my resolve to stay numb and aloof. I want to submerge my head until my hair becomes soft and pretty again. Let the water flow in through my ears. I refuse to open my mouth or my eyes. I am like Houdini- trapped inside a box or burlap bag. Dust chokes me and not enough air flows through the spaces for survival. Rip open the bag with scissors. Cut into my heart. Stab it more than once, the scars make it tougher than it should be, and like all fanatic deceivers I'll keep coming back for more. Today my tongue is coated with left over lucidity and the sticky white paste clings to the roof of my mouth. Pitch black exists eyes closed and eyes open. I will cut off my nose to spite myself, but I won't feel it and all that will happen is another part of me will become vacant. I can't stand to hear the sound of my own voice sobbing, I prefer to smother my doubts in rain filled gutter-al pacivity. I would rather pour rusty nails into my throat than show the world any suspected humanity. I have become what I have learned, after all, strong on the outside, rotting on the inside. My knuckles crack with a frosty demeanor, and though I let you lean against me, I may become the tree you're nailed to in the end. I'm hearing the black and blues today. I'll order another drink even though I will not taste it, I'll tip the bartender even though he doesn't know my name and, lean my elbows into the jagged counter top and bleed deeper. If a liquid must come from my body let it be life's true hydration because my emotions have already dried up. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." [This message has been edited by Saxoness (12-07-2002 09:55 PM).] |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Oh, my...wow....you don't look old enough to know such depth and feelings. I stopped breathing while reading the last half of this.....eyes becoming wider and wider open, relating...A very good write! Hugs and warm regards, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Riveting to the core of cold pain. Very well written, begging to be fiction... All good wishes. ThisDiamond |
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Ice_Queen Junior Member
since 2002-12-04
Posts 29Delaware, USA |
Nice. Especially liked this part: Pitch black exists eyes closed and eyes open. I will cut off my nose to spite myself, but I won't feel it and all that will happen is another part of me will become vacant. Feelin' it. Groovy Oovy |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
I was thinking the same as Pat...unless that is an old picture of you, you can certainly write of the feelings of a much older and wiser writer than yourself. I was deeply pulled into the words I was reading. Thank you for sharing.  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Saxoness It's true the picture had me fooled, but texas does strange things to people. LOL Enjoyed. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Pitch black exists eyes closed and eyes open. I will cut off my nose to spite myself, but I won't feel it and all that will happen is another part of me will become vacant. a painful write..but very well done. The emotions poured out in this one grab the reader and drag them into the depths of your feeling... if it is perssonal to you... I can only say it does at times feel so low... but I hope the inverse high soon finds it way to your heart |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
oh my ..I too held my breathe when I got near the end of this. And I clenched my hands thinking of pain and held completely still. No one should have to know this pain. "My knuckles crack with a frosty demeanor, and though I let you lean against me, I may become the tree you're nailed to in the end." and "lean my elbows into the jagged counter top and bleed deeper. If a liquid must come from my body let it be life's true hydration because my emotions have already dried up." ..wow ..you really know how to write, and to cut into someones emotions, keep it up girl. Always, GG - And so it was that time stood still - |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very impressive! such depth! |
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diphycue New Member
since 2002-10-28
Posts 8Rolla, Missouri, USA |
Unfortunately, I have to take some credit for the impetus behind this poem...hurts me to know that. :-( |
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Moonlight Romeo
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
To be inspired is one thing, to be the inspiration, definitely another. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Angela, I hope this is also an old shadow of yourself and not a current feeling, but either way you shine with a remarkable wisdom and depth in your voice! (sigh) We will continue to be deceived by this magic at first glance, but know you can always disappear while you can then they can't stuff you in that bag, you can be Houdini too, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Angela, 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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Siofra
since 2000-09-28
Posts 551State of Suspended Passion |
I love this, felt it....hell it almost ripped my heart out with its honesty and rawness. This line "may become the tree you're nailed to in the end." in part 5 just brings that whole stanza together, and it screamed at me for some reason. enjoyed just does't cover it. My spirit devoured this one I think. "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words |
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fishop Member
since 2002-09-13
Posts 79ohio |
nailed to the tree. Loved it felt it. Oh how I would tie one on if I could escape the confines of responsibility.  very well done. |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Thank you all so much for the comments, they truly mean so much to me. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
I keep coming back to read this... I'm just gonna keep it in my library... so amazing. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
love, love, love this. It was like wonderful, playing out the scenes in my head. brilliant writing, rich with description and emotion. |
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