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Author Name: FreeAtrophiedRibbons 4 Comments
Date Added: January 02, 2008 22:01:01 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Johnny

I am not as I was.
Johnny T. says so. And so must I.
Although he was told he was able to magnify, collect, illuminate,
and create.
I can only reflect what's directed at me.
In the letters to his lovers he was sincere.
In the letters I write to others I calculate and sneer.
Silence. What's that.?. l = E x ∞
Ah, God damn these orchestrated exchanges of information

Misplaced misfortunes are handed down from my father to me.
Irrationalized diatribe unleashed when only eye can see.
No one, nothing. Noli me.
Stinging like the skinning of a tangérine.

With a parcel that's as big as the explosion, do you care enough about me to figure this out?
Ah, you're but a dilettante in diligence closing off the distances with doubt.

Author's Notes:


l = E x ∞: One Small Lie saves an infinite amount of explanation

What we have isn't genuine, what we have is rehearsed. 
You don't know this, of course. You're oblivious. I've played this part a dozen times and you're just the next in line. 


My father was always angry.
He was always screaming about something. Anything he could.
He wouldn't do this when he had friends around.
Only around his children.
Eventually you get used to it. And just live alongside it.
Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. And just going about the room like nothing's happening.
Not reacting only makes him angrier, of course.
It somehow felt like a victory even though I was just losing more ground. Losing to hate.

Sometimes I think it's funny how packages can yield something much bigger than what contains them.
Explosives.
petite pretty people.
Changing the world. 

So many people want to know what exactly I'm hiding.
I'm hiding the obvious.

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on October 19, 2009 12:47:01 AM Report
This is an unusual write, but it is also a good one that most anyone should enjoy.  I know I did. 
Damon
Comment By: PremiumEric Siedzikowski on August 17, 2009 10:59:37 AM Report
good poem
Comment By: FreeS on January 14, 2008 12:24:39 PM Report
good stuff
very poetic

Comment By: FreeShruti on January 12, 2008 01:34:02 PM Report
Its been so, so so long, since I've read a poet whose style was original and refreshing. I love the crisp nature that one feels in the texture of your words. Its not exactly pity-exacting, but its there...that self-abnegation. I love it.




 


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