i lost him on sunday only to find him on friday sitting on my door step drunk, stoned, lonely i asked him if he wanted to come inside for a little tea and company he said he'd like that very much
so up we go taking one step at a time growing weary in our old age
what happens next is not a tender tale of friendship its a lesson of reality and the bitterness of truth
i lost him midweek only to find him on a blue monday pacing back and forth across the street i motion for him to cross over he says he can't because other people will see
ive never asked him but i want to know why he's so ashamed to be by my side to admit that i make him stronger ive never asked him but i want to know why im treated as an extra you know, those seat fillers at award shows who give up their spots when someone more important comes along
i lost him on a thursday only to think of him 2 hours later im waiting patiently, scanning the traffic walking the boulevard sitting at our cafe i refuse to believe that he may be gone forever with wounds that refuse to heal, he can't survive alone forever
my hands hurt from trying to grip emptiness im scared to believe that my doctoring has been in vain because im forgotten with each new day so im saving all my pretty dresses for the funeral when im finally put to rest and i wont be around to wait for your return again
"During the day – I swim with Dolphins At sunset – I sprout wings and soar with eagles & nocturnal owls And at twilight – I retreat to the safety of Mother Earth’s womb As Father time comforts & heals Love’s wounds So once again I can skip across painted poetic stones Leaving footprints in the bottom of hourglass sands Rejoice in renewal -- Bow down -- Fold hands --"
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
4. "my hands hurt from trying to grip emptiness" In response to Reply # 0
that one line alone... seems as if it's the most important line in the damn poem... u're writing it all out... and trust me, this is the way to go lady...
i motion for him to cross over he says he can't because other people will see
ive never asked him but i want to know why he's so ashamed to be by my side to admit that i make him stronger ive never asked him but i want to know why im treated as an extra you know, those seat fillers at award shows who give up their spots when someone more important comes along
i lost him on a thursday only to think of him 2 hours later im waiting patiently, scanning the traffic walking the boulevard sitting at our cafe i refuse to believe that he may be gone forever
"i lost him on sunday only to find him on friday sitting on my door step drunk, stoned, lonely i asked him if he wanted to come inside for a little tea and company he said he'd like that very much"
shit...you almost had me thinking that was me in that first stanza.....this was coo shit miss ladee....the line 2 other people quoted was quite powerful indeed...solid piece of writing here yo...peace.
fuck a sig!!!
why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both
7. "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!please archive this!" In response to Reply # 0
i lost him midweek only to find him on a blue monday pacing back and forth across the street i motion for him to cross over he says he can't because other people will see
ive never asked him but i want to know why he's so ashamed to be by my side to admit that i make him stronger ive never asked him but i want to know why im treated as an extra you know, those seat fillers at award shows who give up their spots when someone more important comes along
i lost him on a thursday only to think of him 2 hours later im waiting patiently, scanning the traffic walking the boulevard sitting at our cafe i refuse to believe that he may be gone forever with wounds that refuse to heal, he can't survive alone forever !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! girl, don't u know this poem was a reinactment of my life! I'm teary eyed! specially @ the part about him being so ashamed.. and looking for him in traffic... those parts really, really hit me!!! It's so fuggin sad and hurts so much i wanna scream!
but on a more optimistic note: I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one that has gone thru this experience... It provides assist on getting past it... (the day that i do) this was a truly awesome and moving peice... thank you.
rules are for those that need structure discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild
You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG
"fingertips of sun trace the edges of this room I turn my face so your leaving does not eclipse your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl
someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious or pretend to be oblivious ~Robynwildchild
"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek
The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love... Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me my dreams are: Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve... engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me
the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!
i have a theory...all of the people we've saved/kept from falling/taught/nurtured and then they dismiss us, it doesnt matter b/c God knows and we'll get a gold star when we get to the gates god will say, "well done"
rules are for those that need structure discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild
You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG
"fingertips of sun trace the edges of this room I turn my face so your leaving does not eclipse your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl
someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious or pretend to be oblivious ~Robynwildchild
"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek
The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love... Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me my dreams are: Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve... engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me
the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!
12. "2nd That Emotion --" In response to Reply # 11
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A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥