the work i've been posting up here has been part of something i'd like to eventually get published. with "goodbye for good," and some final editing on everything, it was finished. take a look through and see what you think. any kind of input is great. i need all i can get. enjoy!

mute

It’s about there and where I was last year.
It’s about the ex girlfriend. How I hated, missed, and still loved her.
It’s about moving into my apartment and sweating up three flights of stairs.
It’s about meeting Tim and rarely seeing the real him again.
It’s about accidentally breaking Geri’s “toy” and laughing about it still.
It’s about Andrew being a stripper.
It’s about having a bowl of cereal on the balcony on the first day of classes.
Its about never doing it again.
It’s about getting back with Lauren and feeling guilty for it.
It’s about September eleventh, being numb, and still not understanding.
It’s about dislocating my shoulder on the walk home from the bar.
It’s about getting my first real piercing, and then many more.
It’s about a Haunted Galaxy, Halloween, and dressing up.
It’s about cheating on my girlfriend, never telling, and feeling guilty again.
It’s about going home for the holidays and wishing I’d stayed longer.
It’s about missing my parents.
It’s about cheating on her again and not feeling as bad that time.
It’s about the dumbest New Year’s ever, wishing I was somewhere else.
It’s about letting a friend down and not being able to face him since.
It’s about the next semester, thinking it was a new day.
It’s about nothing changing at all.
It’s about discovering I was a writer and learning how to do it.
It’s about still figuring it out.
It’s about using repetition.
It’s about using repetition.
It’s about being able to make a joke.
It’s about Nicole Blackman reading a poem and making me cry.
It’s about love, sex, and politics, just like every other poem.
It’s about being there when someone needed me, not just because I still loved her.
It’s about being dumped again and being alone for the first time in four years.
It’s about the summer….or what I remember of it.
It’s about driving to Louisville to find that something had changed.
It’s about figuring out I was two steps away from an eating disorder.
It’s about being evicted and hoping it wasn't just my fault.
It’s about my new house, new roommates, new life.
It’s about missing the old ones.
It’s about being so homesick it hurts.
It’s about my DUI and spending a night in jail.
It’s about knowing I’ll make it through squeaky-clean.
It’s about realizing I’m an addict and deciding to get on the wagon.
It’s about how hard it really is.
It’s about making myself say goodbye to the love I wish I had.
It’s about here, and where I’ll go now.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

I breathe relieved sighs
For mistakes I’ve been forgiven for.

I shed silent tears
For ones I’ve made.

I whisper prayers
Against the ones I’ve yet to make.

Through them all,
There you were,
And are,
And will be.

Words can’t do justice
To knowing that,
Without a doubt, a question,
Or a second guess.

I was a poet once,
Before meeting you.

But when simply being
Means and tells it all,
What’s there left to say
With scribbled words
In darkened rooms?

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

The first three lines set off the piece lovely.



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This is a repentful & refreshing pCe that actually breathes with inhalations & exhalations!

Smooth & steady write -- Enjoyed it!

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 ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

i enjoyed this piece, brought peace to my mind. i like the conversational tone in it. i must agree with what photo said, inhale, exhale. peace.


peace.

---
the pursuit of fame and fortune
leads to shame and misfortune
-tao

I’ve got no time for sappy
Melodramatic love sonnets.
My watch runs backwards
Like a countdown,
Measuring days I’ve spent
From my account,
Hoping I don’t bounce
The next check.

My borrowed time is an investment
In my children’s past.
Their future is theirs,
But I’m in charge of their
Remember whens.

Someone out there
Has a child today
Who one day
Will say:

“Remember when those planes
crashed into those buildings?”

they didn’t do that.
It was our world.
The one my parents made
And I probably maintained.

So when those kids say
“remember when,”
we need but remember one thing:

that we’re to blame
because we were too worried
about sitcoms and ourselves
to stand up and start caring,
to stand up and say: “NO.
that’s not the way I want things.”

I don’t want a nation
That has to put on makeup
So it doesn’t cringe
When it looks in the mirror.

I don’t want a nation
Where middle aged men
Can make a decision
For any woman.

I don’t want a nation
That thinks “Death” and “justice” are synonyms,
And I don’t want a nation
That doesn’t
Know
The difference.

I don’t want a nation
Where rape has the same punishment as theft
And I don’t want a nation
Where it happens every two minutes.

--check THAT fact.

I don’t want a nation
That has soldiers who can’t legally drink before they die,
And I don’t want a nation
That has soldiers
Period.

I don’t want a nation
That was glued to it’s tv to see one man executed,
And I don’t want a nation
That forgets that’s exactly
What
It
Did.

I don’t want a nation
That cries when it sees poverty on tv
But can’t make eye contact
With a homeless man on the street.

I don’t want a nation
Where thin is in and even thinner is even better,
And I don’t want a nation
That gets fatter just the same.

I don’t want a nation
Where commercial airtime is more valuable than gold,
And I don’t want a nation
Where it buys your silence.

I don’t want a nation
That criminalizes the drugs it put on its own streets,
And I don’t want a nation
That uses them anyway.

And I’ve got no time for Emmys and Oscars
Because there might be a real hero out there;
There might be a real death.

I’ve got no time for magazines
With articles on better, more satisfying sex
When out there a woman is getting raped
By her boyfriend.

Escapism is a guilty pleasure
For a damn good reason
And all
Of
Us
Are guilty of that deadly sin.

So I hold us all accountable.
I hold you accountable, Hollywood.
I hold you accountable, network tv.
I hold accountable every newspaper sold,
And I hold Washington accountable
For running all of the above.

And I hold us both accountable,
Cause there’s no time for reading and writing,
Listening, spitting obtuse flows
Ignoring, thus supporting the status quo because
We
Don’t
Know.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

I dug how you ventured off into different important zones in this piece without being too preachy...



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YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

PEACE IF POSSIBLE

"THA RAGE CALLED BLAKK"

blakkrage

you summed everyones feelings of this country in one page.... I love it.... keep it up....

peace and chicken grease

one life one soul make the best out of both...

No, you’re not a slow jam man tonight.
No Barry White or bearskin rug
By the fireplace for you tonight.
Not for your babe.

No candlelit dinners,
No “wine-me dine-me”
Before the pinch
And paw me.

Not really a foreplay kind of guy,
More of a sneak up on me guy.

Your sweaty palms are seduction enough,
And nothing compares to holding her hands down
You know that turns them on.

No woman can resist
The kiss
Of a hand on her mouth,
Muffling screams and pleas for you to stop,
But you hear
“more.”

And that struggle she puts up
Makes her hips move,
Makes it better for you.

Like fucking a live body
Instead of the living dead.

It’s about being that weight,
That presence,
That force from above,
The one to dominate
The one to determine the game you play.

You like that power.

Because you’re a man
By any means necessary.

You’ll have what you want:
Ripped clothes, bloody nose,
Black eye, knife to throat.

It’s the thrill of the chase.

In the pursuit, to subdue,
She becomes body
And nothing more.
You become king
By fucking the whore.

Because you’re a man.

And not just an evil man;
Nondescript features in an artists depiction.
You’re a normal man.
You’re every
Man.

The boyfriend,
The stranger,
The acquaintance,
The lover.

And sometimes saying “maybe,
I guess,
A promise IS a promise,”
And sometimes saying nothing
Is easier than saying “no.”

Because you’re a man
And you feel you’re owed.

Entitled, deserving,
With that act you’re serving
Her needs and wants,
Desires you decided she had and didn’t know yet.

Until you shoved that cock in.

You are a weapon.
Hard on like a knife,
Stabbing and tearing,
Ripping and wearing down the humanity
And the last shred
Of dignity
In your woman,
Your thing,
That playtoy you invented.

You
Are a weapon.

No, you’re not a ladies man tonight.
No smooth talking from you tonight,
Not for your babe.

Subjugate that slut
With every four letter word
You can think up,
Then think up more.
Call her names.
Think up games
To play with her head
While she’s under you,
Kicking
You,
Hating
You,
Wishing you were dead
Wishing she were dead as long as this would
Stop.

And still somehow doubting
Wondering if maybe this was
Her fault.

For being her,
Being there,
Seeing you and not
Being scared.

For not thinking twice.
For not having a gun.

For not
Forgetting
To run.

And now her pleas of
“please,
stop,”
Fall on deaf ears.

Because you’re a man,
And this world is yours.

You
Own it.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

i remeber this from when it was first posted... this is an amazing piece of writing... all of these are but this one... it shocks me... in a good way if that makes sense...

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This right here was intimidating in a good way...it brought forth the message without drwoning us inside all the images.


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It's sad the things we make time for ... And then, the things we have very little time for are sometimes the things we should really be focusing on and taking the time! -- siGh--

I felt this one immensely -- It hit the mark with a finger on the pulse of accountability for all of us to recognize & remember!


(THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR "NO TIME", BY THE WAY -- BUT IT SOMEHOW WOUND UP UNDER SEDUCTION! --My Bad--

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 ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

I like to watch rain splash down on concrete,
Trying to make puddles,
Ripples that never go anywhere.

I like to watch trees bend in the wind,
Reaching and stretching to be somewhere else.

I like to watch clouds drift by,
Seeing sky through parts of them
Opened up by the wind.

I like to watch cars drive by,
Their sound getting to me
A second before they do.

I like to watch streetlights turn off,
For no reason,
In the middle of the night.

I like to watch people walk by,
Oblivious to me
Wondering where they’re going,
And why.

I like to watch kids in a playground,
Hoping they’re not worried about the middle east.

I like to watch guys with guitars
Singing naïve love songs,
Wondering if they’re being honest.

I like to watch you silhouette on my wall.
It’s face doesn’t say it’s unhappy to be there.

I like to watch people really laugh.
I don’t see that often.

I like to watch my roommate jump around
Like an idiot.
It lets me pretend he’s not the asshole
I know that he is.

I like to watch the others smile.
It helps me get there, too.

I like to watch people hearing a poem
That touches them somehow.

I like to watch poets reading poems
That mean something to them.

I like to watch boys trying to impress girls,
I like to watch girls laugh at them when they’re not looking.

I like to watch buildings fall down.
It makes me think mankind’s moving out.

I like to watch couples argue
Because they wouldn’t if they didn’t care.

I like watch the landscape roll by.
It reminds me that I’m really leaving.

I like to watch people wave.
They know I’ll be back someday.

I like to watch friends move on.
It’s good that they’re going somewhere.

I like to watch them hug when they leave.
It means they’ll really miss each other.

I like to watch you glare at me.
It reminds me of the lesson
I might not learn.

I like to watch seconds tick by.
It makes me wish I weren’t wasting them.

I like to watch cops doing their job
Because they think they’re doing some good.

I like to watch cops being punished
For abusing their power.

I like to watch people drink and laugh to forget

I like to watch people sing and dance to remember.

I like to watch people smoke,
Because they enjoy it.

I like to watch them quit,
Because they’ll live longer.

I like to watch people kiss,
Because it shows there’s still love.

I like to watch them stop
So they can look at each other.

I like to watch people sleep at night,
Because they can somehow.

I like to watch them wake,
Because they can face another day.

I like to watch rain fall and splash
In puddle that weren’t there before.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

This was a patient poem...I loved the concept behind the puddle I did that a lot as a kid...It's great to observe and then participate in life...the repetition here worked well with your title.


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Who
Am I?

I sat through must see tv and my IQ dropped by 23 points.

I sold my soul to consumer culture
And they bought in volume.

I alternate between slimfast and McDonald’s,
Creating billion dollar industries that keep each other alive
Like a pair of sycophants.

I’ve annexed other cultures to go with the land that I stole.
The world IS my department store, you know.

I hate Muslims now because I’m bored with the blacks.
I still exploit their culture, though.
How can I help but want to make a buck?

Yeah, I still hate women,
And I punish them by wishing they had eating disorders.

Don’t get me wrong,
I hate men because they rape.
And I promise I didn’t encourage them
By fertilizing the soil
So that seed would grow
(nudge, wink).

I’ve got so much debt that I’m surprised the credit card companies
Haven’t sent me away to work in a third world sweatshop
Run by any one of those clothing companies I own.

I wish that debt was as small as my attention span.

Cathode rays from the monitor and the hum of the CPU
Are my new crack and heroin.
I pay for them by prostituting myself.

I like anime because it’s part of that cute caricature
I’ve turned asian culture into.
Anything exotic becomes fashionable sometime,
And I want to stock up.

I gave a kid a video game,
And when he came back,
All done with his training,
I gave him a gun.
Then I gave him tv,
Gangsta rap,
And movies
To show him how it’s done in real
Life
(hint, hint).

Murder is one of those hobbies I’m passionate about.
In fact, I made my own military.
I guess it’s more of a “gentlemen’s” club
Where they can’t ask and can’t tell
If they look at each other more than the strippers
Because I hate homosexuals.

But they can have guns because I believe
In the second amendment,
Even though I don’t know what it means.

I can’t make up my mind about abortion because…
Well, it is
Another mouth to feed.
But then again, I want people to have kids
So I can sell them something someday.

Why kill potential customers?
I’ll just wait till they’re hooked on what I sell.
Kind of like the tobacco companies do.
I own those, too,
And I’m not just the president,
I’m a client.

But when you want to keep a funeral home in business,
You gotta do all you can.
No,
I
Don’t own those.

But they give great kickbacks.
Better than the head and the sex that I get
From my girlfriend when my wife’s not around.
And the only reason that’s as good as it is
Is because I manage to objectify her
By telling her it’s dirty one minute
And the next I’m begging her to get on top
So I can watch

I like that power.

And I film it so I can rewind it
Again,
And again,
And again,
And again.

I hang up the phone when telemarketers call,
Even though I invented them.
I shop at home on the net
Because I’m too lazy to leave my house sometimes.

Which might be why I’m gaining some weight back.
Better take some metabolife before I have to get my stomach stapled.

I was born on top of the heap
In a caste system I call “capitalism.”
I’d like to keep it that way, too.
That’s why I hate the idea of communism.

I won’t have any insurrections threatening my
Position.
That’s why I bought the media
And made it a propaganda machine.

Because I
Am
America.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

the more I read your pieces, the more I'm feelin' your gentle sarcasm which is cool being that you are conscious about what's up and how this world unfortunately turns...good voice in this piece.



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SPEAKING TRUTH IS SO RELIEVING ISN'T IT? I LOVED YOUR CPU ANALOGY, I QUIT SMOKING CIGS BUT THE CPU IS MY NEW FIX YET ANOTHER TRAP NOW MY TOUNGE HURTING FROM LICKING THE BLADE OF DEATH TOO LONG.

ONE LOVE/PEACE & SOLIDARITY

"THA RAGE CALLED BLAKK"

blakkrage

I want someone to turn that music down.
I want to sleep.

I want to dream of things that will happen.
I want to not dream of impossible possibilities.

I want someone to wake me up.
I want someone to wake up with.

I want someone to remember I exist.
I want someone to be happy about it.

I want to find someone who understands me.
I want someone to understand when I leave.

I want someone to turn that music down.

I want someone to turn that music up.
I want to dance.

I want to be so happy that I can.
I want to be young enough to do it.

I want to be proud of the children I might have.
I want my parents to be proud of me.

I want to jump off my balcony.
I want you to be there to catch me.

I want you to be here right now.
I want someone to turn that music up.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

This piece sounded very mechanical...almost robotic...



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It’s sexy when you touch your open palm to your chest
Like you’re brushing something away.
Serious conversation stops for a second
When you stretch
And arch your back.
I can picture myself on top with you reaching for pillows,
Grasping in ecstatic fits.

It’s sexy how you sit too close to me.
Even the feel of your arm next to mine
Shocks me.
Grabs my nervous system and
twists.
Makes it shake because I love your touch.

It’s sexy how you tilt your head when you listen.
Showing that neckline I want to introduce to my lips.
Like strangers at a party
Making up lies about feeling they’ve known each other forever
Just because they want each other.

It’s sexy how you tell stories that sound, suspiciously,
Like fantasies.
The things I dream of in mid-day.
It excites me to hear them because I want them
With you.

It’s sexy how you scream in bed
Even though you know we can hear you.
You’re the exhibitionist
To the voyeur that I am.
I could watch you writhe on top of me for days.

It’s sexy how you can stay up with me
Till 6 am,
Discussing things meaningful to us
And streaming consciousness together
To decipher the mysteries of human nature.

It’s sexy how you can’t stop that talk
When we do make it to bed,
Not for sex, but for the comfort
Of someone next to each of us.

It’s sexy how we make eye contact when we talk
And even more when we talk when we make eye contact.

It’s sexy how you slam your hand on the table,
A private high five to yourself because you believe in
And say what you think.

It’s sexy how our minds kiss when they meet,
And more when you know more than you think you do
About me and what I think about you.
What I can’t and can share with you

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

Aaaawwww, I'm feelin how you can take certain specific moments and explore them so simply and deeply with a twist!...as a love jawn, I like this! yeah, we have all been there...



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I promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
And the day before that, too.
I told myself I’d be happy again;
That I wouldn’t answer to you.
I said I wouldn’t be lonely;
That I would not call you.

I’ve left three messages so far.

I said I wouldn’t care if you begged,
But I still wish I could hear it.
I’ll fall asleep tonight
And dream of nothing again.

I woke up with a smile
Looking forward to seeing you,
But remembered that I promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
And the day before that, too.
I told you it’s harder to be with you than to miss you.

I promised myself I’d stop lying, too.

I hoped that we’d fight instead of seeing you cry,
Not that you’d blink and move on.
That I’d stand there, shocked
Thinking that you should’ve said more.

I promised myself I’d be pessimistic, too.

I said that I’d be by myself,
That I wouldn’t seek out a fixation,
That I wouldn’t fall for the next best closest thing.
I promised myself I’d quit smoking.
I forgot to do that, too.
I’ll fall asleep tonight
And dream of nothing again.

I managed to get through the day without once
Thinking about the fact that promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
And the day before that, too.
It didn’t matter why I couldn’t eat
Or why I didn’t speak,
Why I didn’t make my bed
And why I didn’t blink.
I told myself I’d go outside,
That it wouldn’t be so bad.
But my street is lined
With landmarks my mind set aside for you:
That streetlight went out every time we walked by,
Where we kissed 10 steps later.

I promised myself I’d burn pictures today
With the light I bought
when I promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
and the day before that, too.
But I lost it like I misplaced my place in your life.
I’ll fall asleep tonight
And dream of nothing again.

I told myself I wouldn’t drink,
But it helps me forget
That I promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
And the day before that, too.

I am quite
Drunk
And content with being numb, because I can deny that
I am
Falling face first into a puddle of bricks
And spreading my arms wide so I can enjoy the ride.
I am
Wallowing in the inconsistency
Of action versus words versus me versus you.
I am
Promising myself that I’m lying to you.
I am
Forgetting to remember to forget that I remembered that I
Promised myself yesterday that I’d leave you,
And the day before that, too.
I’ll fall asleep tonight
And dream of nothing again.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

The images you placed here was tight...espec. the part about falling into the bricks...I also dug how you wrote it to give us the sense of how your memory worked here-



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Oh My Goodness! -- ;^o

I've made those same painful promises before!

--BitterSweet Read--


Your writing here was like a diary!


--Cleansing Flow--

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 ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Gentle jazz steps
With a swing
Off a concrete curb
And into a whiskey binge.

Gentle jazz, with his
Sax in hand,
Plays a tune
For the tuneless and haunted.
The ones that don’t need
And don’t want him.

Gentle jazz don’t
Know where he is.

He dreams in allegro
And moods,
Of being a faceless name.
Gentle jazz moves

In six-eight time
Ten times.
New Orleans funeral dirge.
Gentle jazz sings
In blues and minor thirds.

Gentle jazz don’t sting.

He echoes stories
Through midnight streets
Of the whip
And the sun
On his back.
Burning blackness deep.

Gentle jazz speaks
And seeks

Solace
In a
Tenor
Buzz
And a
Woman
On him
Like clothes.

Gentle jazz knows
Of times as good
As the bad ones were.

When “fine” meant
He wasn’t dead
And “great” meant
“still alive.”

Gentle jazz thrives

To reassess the value
Of a smile held deep
By those who hear
Gentle jazz when they move,

Cause gentle jazz
Don’t weep without
A laugh for every tear.

Gentle jazz grooves.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

I think you posted this one before? And I remembered commenting wanting to HEAR this piece...Music pieces get me that way...


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I’ve lost photographs before,
But memories linger,
Like yellow fingers stained
By chemicals and compounds.

Some things I adore.

And I’ve burned
Photographs before.
Adolescent nonsense fueled by, simply,
Hormones,
No less.

I wish alchemy had ways
To take carbon waste
And reclaim memories from ash.
I miss those photographs.

I’ve found photographs.
Stolen moments telling stories
Of friends forgetting to ask,
Of wisecracks and laughs,
Stories of you,
And who,
That no one understands.

The third person perspective comforts me sometimes.
I love those photographs.

I wish I’d counted the seconds I spent
Waiting for an image to appear
On the paper you gave me.
Reaching, introspective,
Into sickly yellow darkrooms
That confuse fumes and process
With perfection and accidents.

Double exposures that fabricate ghosts,
Beautiful photographs.

I wish alchemy had ways
To take carbon waste
And reclaim memories from ash.
I miss those photographs.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

you too? Burning those photographs is something...I thought the title can be condensed a bit, just a thought...



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The rain, a shimmering veil,
Waves in front of the view.
Lost among names
With faces I never knew.

Breath, escaping,
Regaining less daily,
Until the day when I
Feel my last waning,
And going,
At last I give up.

The will to pursue,
Gone.
The will to fight,
Gone.
And then I
Close
My
Eyes.

When the air from that breath
Leaves me, a sinking ship,
I hope you can hear me whisper
Through the distance.

The rain, a shimmering veil,
Waves in front of the view.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
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Short but definitely sweet...rain is so beautiful and powerfilled that I can hear it in this piece right here.


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Reality crashes in through the door
Like badge wearing seargents
With billy clubs, stun guns, and tear gas.

And me without my mask.

Reality crashes in,
New blue dawn over red skylines of cities
Half asleep but still breathing
The sound of factories
And traffic.

Reality crashes in with my heartbeat;
Knocking beating against the back of my chest
While ulcers itch at the stomach lining.

Reality crashes in through my sleep,
Preventing my feeble attempt to dream,
Leaving me awake,
Dreading the day and still sweating.

Reality crashes in like ten
Thousand bulls in the street,
With make back making love to a brick wall,
The rest of me facing those new acquaintances.

Reality crashes in
Like a plane through an office window.

Reality crashes in
On two teenage lovers,
Unaware,
Ignorant,
Unprepared.

Reality crashes into a woman
Walking in the dark,
Alone.

Reality crashes in like a joke
Hitting too close to home.

Reality crashes in
Like a fire alarm unheard,
And stings like a third degree burn.

Reality crashes in with the test results.

Reality crashes in
Without a word.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

I'm seein' your style here and once again the use of repetition...the topic works with it.



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I love the languid blues of feminine fingertips
Sketching sunlit summer rain down my spine.

The gentle jazz of autumn falling
On couples bathing in serpentine sunsets
With clouds chasing the last rays
Of the days sun away.

Winter storms bebop
Skee bop,
A skip and a hop across states
And frames of mind breaking
Like fences weighed down
By ice of skys making.

And yet, once again,
Spring swings in
And makes the end the beginning again.
The rhythm becomes
A flood of snow
Becoming the ocean again.

Life moves in cycles.
I will, myself, cycle
Until I am end.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
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Maybe extend the first verse to the length of the other verses just for balance sake...


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Hello,
It’s me.
Just wishing
I could still see
Through the stars
Between.

Hello,
I’ve lost
That battle
Between my soul
And my self
Again.

Hello,
I did
Not forget
To think about
What you said
Back then.

Hello,
I don’t
See your name,
But goodbye in
Your words and
Your eyes.

Hello, goodbye.

Goodbye,
You have
Taken what
I had left of
A soul to
Give back.

Goodbye,
I don’t
Use you, but
Say “I’ll see you
Soon,” and hope
I do.

Goodbye,
I still
Pretend I
Never heard your
Voice across
The room.

Goodbye,
She’s gone
Again and
So is hello.
On parting,
I said,

“Goodbye, hello.”

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

good development and ending!


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Yes I see shapes
And outlines while hemlines make me
Calculate on some figures.

Algebra, how could ya take me away
And let me repeat my mistake?

My addition to that division
Is the multiplication of my size.
And sometimes I do some subtraction
Just to hear the sound she sighs.

While her legs say “greater than,”
My geometry seems to please her.
But her math is still more
Than 3.14.

There’s only one language I speak
When I speak of homework,
And that speak is math speak
With me getting warmer.

So I speak to your speak
And mine speaks to yours.
Yours speaks to mine and I
Hope we speak more.

Cause the squares circle the block
While rectangles stay in to try angles
That make octagons.

So yes I see shapes
And outlines while hemlines make me
Calculate on some figures.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

The journey through this piece was fun and worth the trip reading.


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I had an emotion yesterday
And it felt like an old pair of shoes.
Desperately comfortable,
But still unfamiliar.

I lost some perspective when you finally moved on,
And I became jaded with my self and my world.

You know it’s hard to let go
With white knuckles cramped
From holding on for so long,
But my mistake was mine,
And I’m stuck still owning it.

I breathed in some yesterday,
Didn’t like how it tasted without you,
Your kisses of nicotine and conversation.

It’s been bland like that for a while now.
I’m getting used to it still.

I wish I hadn’t wasted seconds of you
On waiting for perfection.
Didn’t know what you were.
Couldn’t see through perception.

And now I’m leaving reminders behind.
Hoping the highway comes my way,
Takes me away to my someday,
My somewhere,
My someone,
My somehow.
But my maybes make me stay
Hand on the phone, ear to door
Wishing you were on the other side of one.

Pollox, my friend,
It’s been too long.
I hope I can see you soon.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
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Sincere dedication...(sigh)


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intermingled fingers twinkling,
dancing before eyes
like dashboard lights.
my rear view works post view
to prove the past presents
the future folly of my mind on
intermingled fingers twinkling,
dancing down my spine.

intermingled fingers, cringing
from what ifs
and what thens.
this has been
might have been
a have and not
a had not
had not
intermingled fingers, lingering
languidly dangling down the rest of me
interrupted unexpectedly.

intertwined fingers, detaching
unforgivingly away
from the other's other
menacing
in sundown twighlight ways.
minds define boudary lines,
adrift; away; fallen.
losing less is more
is best with
intertwined fingers detatching,
unforgivingly away.

still cringing from
intermingling fingers detaching,
but still, regrettably,
intermingling fingers pretend
the best is yet to come.
a poor substitute for eden
found its way onto my page,
brought the last demons
some kind of appeasement
while need found no release.

and still,
intermingling fingers distract me
from then and now and when,
but still, what then?
intermingling fingers twinkling
dancing before eyes
like dashboard lights?

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

when I read this outloud, that word "intermingling" started to give a funny sensation to my tongue while saying it...intermingling with my speec good affect.


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have to find a new place
to put my "pie" pieces
and my "pea" peace,
a place to hide my release.

i filled up a notebook
with thoughts i have of still,
you.
i'll fill up this one
with thoughts i have to move.

move.
i have to move.
i have
to move
on.

and alcohol doesn't fail my feet
as they fail
and i fall
on my floor
to find my mind
still wandering
like my feet
from your place
one year ago.

a year and two days ago
was an ok kind of alone.
quite unlike the alone i found
a year and a day ago.

away from you for one whole year.
away from you for one
whole
year.

don't ask how i managed
to stay sane,
cause i didn't.

don't ask if i hated
avoiding you,
cause i did.

don't ask if i liked
being friends,
cause i couldn't
and please

don't ask if it made me
miss you
even
more.

don't ask if i really
missed you,
cause i did.

don't ask if i wanted
you gone,
cause i didn't.

don't ask if i could
blame you,
cause i couldn't
and please

don't ask if i'll forget you,
cause i can't.

but i can't stay seated
stand still
and keep freezing
till i'm tagged
and i'm it
and you find me right.

i can't wait years
for you to find out
that we fit
and i'm right
cause i knew...
didn't you
put up that fight?
that's right.

so i'm filling eighty
college ruled pages
with the words to justify
the fact that i still feel it
but i've got to let it go.

but one day
i might
find one of those pieces
i might
fit with
in this
jigsaw puzzle.

there.
three pages closer
to getting over you.

seventy seven more to go.

gotta find a new place
to put my "pie" pieces
and my "pea" peace,
a place to hide my release.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

word-play is nice here...


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i haven't heard from you in weeks
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i haven't seen you in months
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
only got a glance at your new life
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
you haven't seen the wreck i've made of mine
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i can't cry salt stung tears for someone not and never here, never there despite my pleading and reaching
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
my heart hurts from having a hole the size of your hand that i can't hold.
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i can't walk through these silent streets without hearing your voice, your laugh, your sigh, your life
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i've gotten used to sleeping alone
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
the drugs don't work
......so i guess it's goodbye for good
i can never sing in your ear again
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
yes, there's love if you want it
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
the same sad song sings sonnets for someone
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i imagined the digitized conversations between you and your new love, mispellings, bad grammar and all
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
and neither of you cared to correct it
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
the one you lied about having so you could use me
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
but everything happens how it's meant and for a reason (hint)
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i've wasted my time with wishing and watching and wanting and waiting
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
convenient that i was there when you needed
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
it's easier to forget who convinced you to fight off anna and hold down food and that there's no way saltines will keep you alive
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
but the new guy probably doesn't know that about you
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
even you said i saved your life
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i hate this bitter taste on my tongue
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i'd rather speak sugary sweet syrupy sentences
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i got the final notice tonight
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i burned that box of memories like i should have so long ago
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i can never see you, speak to you or of you again
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.
i'll never write another poem about you, i'm done
......so i guess it's goodbye for good.

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

you know, being that this is the last piece on your list and I'm not sure how you will place them, in this order or what...I thought a couple of them can be linked together being that they had similar topics and vibe...once again good work and continue to do your thang...good luck with all this!!!!! Thanks for sharing...


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thanks so much for replying to all the pieces. i appreciate the patience it took to wade through all of them.
i was thinking of keeping them in the order they were written to show how the voice i was using grew and developed over time, which seems to work well with the autobiographical nature of the work. what do you think of that?

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with that in mind...then you got it! keep o


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really nice piece, good self expression. Even though it was personal, I can relate to most of the things you said.

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thanks mang.

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i love this.
i loved reading it.
i cant wait to read it again.
i cant wait to buy the collection its published in, and brag to my friends that i read it when it was still a work in progress.
i love this
i think its the reassurance that we all go through the same shit that i like so much.
your going to reach alot of people on this one.
did i say...I LOVE THIS!?

>i cant wait to buy the collection its published in, and brag to >my friends that i read it when it was still a work in progress.
>i love this

i just can't wait to brag to my friends that someone read it and loved it!

>i think its the reassurance that we all go through the same >shit that i like so much.
>your going to reach alot of people on this one.

i think this is one of the coolest things anyone has said to me because that's the best thing any writer can do. thank you SOOOO much.

any ideas on how i could improve it?

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is important work, so I anchored it. This way, folk get a chance to read all pieces and respond accordingly without it getting lost in the back pages. I will be responding periodically as I continue on with the book. Good job so far!

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wow. thanks a lot. i REALLY appreciate that.

can't wait to hear your thoughts on anything in it.

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it's about you and your time for all these pieces to shin Repetition does something to the psyche.


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i freaked when i saw the anchor, and freaked even more when ThaAnthology called this "important work."

i'm really proud of you man. you really connected with people on this one, and this can't do anything but be successful as a published work.

can't wait to get back to indiana for a bit and spin some rekkids.

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>i freaked when i saw the anchor, and freaked even more when
>ThaAnthology called this "important work."

YOU freaked out? what do you think *I* did?!

>i'm really proud of you man. you really connected with people
>on this one, and this can't do anything but be successful as a
>published work.

thanks, mang. now as to HOW to get it published, i'm absolutely clueless.

>can't wait to get back to indiana for a bit and spin some
>rekkids.

neither can i. i think my decks miss you.

mute

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>>i freaked when i saw the anchor, and freaked even more when
>>ThaAnthology called this "important work."
>
>YOU freaked out? what do you think *I* did?!

lol, well i immediately hopped on the phone and called. i printed it out last weekend and read it on the train to jersey.

>thanks, mang. now as to HOW to get it published, i'm
>absolutely clueless.

that's the next challenge, i suppose. make it happen! i'll see if i can come up with any names of people out here in the publishing field.

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i liked this piece...but

sometimes, there is no joy in repetition. in other words...lose some of your it's about...we already know that's the name of the piece, maybe stress the particular phrase all of three times throughout. otherwise, i liked the things recalled, especially breaking the "toy" *wink*

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thanks for the input. after reading through it, i think you're right. i'm gonna work on it and see what happens.

mute

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

Tight piece..... I've read the 1st few, & enjoyed them! I look forward to reading the rest. KEEP FLOWIN' MAN! BTW if you do get published... hook a bruh' up with a few tips on how you went about it.

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We crave the meat of existence
We are slaves of experience
Junkies on the surreal holy streets of our own consciousness

"And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsions and grow larger and smaller until your mouth

i'm pretty shocked, myself.

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-limbic system

There are many variables to your writing style -- And my observation is that you have several writing styles depending on the subject matter.

Allow me to say that I LIKE THEM ALL! -- ;^)

The flow of your words reminds me of pure maple syrup -- Not as thick as Karo or Mrs. Butterworths - (which is mostly corn syrup & maple flavoring) -- But the "real" stuff that has to be refrigerated -- Tapped from the maple tree -- Brimming with richness & flavor -- Yet thick enough to cover brain waves with sticky thoughts that adhere to the reader's consciousness.

That does it -- I'm havin' pancakes for breakfast later! --WinK--

I'll check back witcha later and give a few critiques.



Congrats on the ANCHOR -- Excellent reading material!

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>Congrats on the ANCHOR -- Excellent reading material!

thanks a lot! appreciate all the compliments, and thanks for reading in the first place. can't wait to get that critique from ya.

mute

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I like the repetition in this pCe -- It reads like a mini-biography in bullet format -- Ratt a tattt tattt -- This is where it's at -- It's About Here!

Yeah!

The scenarios are so relate~able -- I'm sure most of us could find a few that fit our reality.

Like these fit mine:

It’s about there and where I was last year.

It’s about moving into my apartment and sweating up three flights of stairs.

It’s about September eleventh, being numb, and still not understanding.

It’s about going home for the holidays & wishing I’d stayed longer.

It’s about missing my parents.

It’s about the dumbest New Year’s ever, wishing I was somewhere else.

It’s about nothing changing at all.

It’s about discovering I was a writer and learning how to do it.

It’s about still figuring it out.

It’s about using repetition.
It’s about using repetition.

It’s about being able to make a joke.

It’s about love, sex, and politics, just like every other poem.

It’s about my new house, new roommates, new life.

It’s about missing the old ones.

It’s about being so homesick it hurts.

It’s about here, and where I’ll go now.



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u hit the real issues
with heart
soul
and passion

this is peace, man. totally.

when's this book/cd comin? i may hit yr inbox up this week.

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made the time to read this and was very glad that i did.

i can relate to a good bit of your experience and recently endured the process of purging via poetry myself. can't say that i was so brave to share it though.

in general, your work is superb. it feels as is you are beginning to find your voice in much of this, but what a voice it appears to be. and the linguistic dexterity...whoa. the best thing a person can say about one's creative talents is that their creations are worthwhile. and yours are.

as for publishing this...i wouldn't put all of it together. the political stuff doesn't fit with the anguished love joints. save those for another book.

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you think? maybe just a couple of different chapbooks then?

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