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Author Name: Freemaybememories 4 Comments
Date Added: August 21, 2009 03:08:37 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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the little thats left

My thoughts 
like a faucet
My thoughts in facets, passing patron shots in the dark is where I lost it
Face masks lining caskets; plane out of Boston
Weaving relationships like thatched baskets, half in a hole
The whole tarnished
Iím back at it; lost in and nauseous wrapped in plastic
A kid cautious; seeing thoughts ominous stretched like elastics 
Harmonics and guitar stranded; music the key of an escape artist 
Cashed in and crashing, another lashing like back handed slaps as compliments
Call it whatever you want to call it, Iíve committing some rash actions
Thanks for asking
Lipstick written on napkins, posing for cameras flashing
Tired of the lonely nights, Iím napping on a bed of acid 
I beg for lenience, but what happened to your confidence? 
Leaning in for a kiss hoping for my own expedience isnít tragic 
Now Iím corner officed grieving repeating it and 
Falling for obedience like itís black magic 
What do you experience when you sleep with him? 
Dreams abused by fights and eyelashes battered
I lie scattered baby, but you donít deserve to be physically torn and tattered
You matter. We matter. Fight for love not freedom. 
Where was he when you needed him?
My thoughts 
Like the veins I bleed them from
Seething flow like Iím breathing helium 
Feelings concealed within them and yet you still are so hesitant revealing them
Iím reeling from the feeling you are foolish for believing him 
And kneeling from the feeling Iím believing in you without seeing you
Who is being who? Who is being true. I just want you to do you
You can see Iím me being true, being who I am and feeling you 
Fuck editing here I am in clearer view; just a preview of who has feelings to

So put two and two together, no glue just leather like the knotted wrists of tethered lovers
What storms can we weather together when we plot our twists and lie under feathered covers?

Iím caring less and less about words and more of action
One says love the other shows a fraction
And I never wanted my feelings to be mathematics 
Radical in the way you convey your feelings to be rational 
But if you flipped our story youíd find difficult believing the reciprocalís 
My love is real non fictional; I can read between your lines and picture books
So when I say donít, I wish you would 
How can I know you if you donít show what you should?

So sick of using my heart to love I used my head 
But over time Iíve begun to distrust what my mind said
Because a loyal mind wouldnít risk the hurt knowing what lies ahead
And I can feel myself walking on that path of a familiar breadth 
Taking in a deep breath before plunging in to an oceanís emotional depth 
Barefoot on a path of broken glass, trusting my heart with the little thatís left

Author's Notes:
"every minute from the last time you read me... is a minute closer to the next time you will" 
my last poem for a while
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Comment By: FreeAJ on October 1, 2009 07:56:48 PM Report
you are ridiculous! nice job, bro!
Comment By: FreeMoonStar on August 22, 2009 04:34:46 AM Report
You would be leaving on this note!!


This was extreme. One moment I'm reeling on a high, next on a saddened low. This was surreal. Sadness deep inside. What goes on in your mind, ask one who would love to know. You write of so many things, feelings, that I am sometimes at a loss for trying to look inside make me want to dissect, inspect, take within, push back out, then hold close. No words ever did that as yours.

As always you share... YOU... With all. So much to share and I greedily grasp it all. For its passion pulls me in and your words sooth my senses...


To this.. WOW! I was once again pulled in, and I stay till you surface yet once again..



Luv ya!


Comment By: TrialAnn on August 21, 2009 10:33:18 PM Report
Great work.
Comment By: FreeMISS_VEE on August 21, 2009 06:37:32 AM Report
This is a great write, I love the rhyming scheme and the places where it fittingly doesn't rhyme. I also love the choices of strong words youv'e used.



I hope you're well my friend


VEE xxx


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