Can you tell me why my mother left me
fucked and empty like Jesus?
Pulling nails out of wood for leverage
And maybe it's the room's vibe,
Or how I need you all to love me until
I break across the windshield, James Dean
Head on, and slightly buckled
Rustic, and young for fever
But then, I see a star drop
From a place in your heart
I fell from, and reached out
Only to be torn apart while
Explaining why I'm dark gold
And hungry with blunted teeth
To greys with motive and program
There are some sounds that
Vibrate up through my being
At a rate that makes me wonder
What it is to think about things
Other than myself and memories.
And with that I remember
Long walks with you toward the tide
I hold what's left of your hand and
staring at the white wash, you evaporate
Forcing me to wake up, and
Lick my fingers as if I've
never tasted skin, before.
Forgive me
For being
Curious
enough
To love you
even when
you're clearly
gone.
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Written May 9th, 2005
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This is incredible. The imagery you use is very hard-hitting and abstract. Your style is original and psychedelic. I love the outrageous technique at the end. A poem that makes you really think. and feel. I love your style.
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Hi, a very interesting write, a little too obscure, but this tends to happen when we do a very personal write, well written, good flow, all the best, Di
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drenched in emotion .... i gotta read this again .. i love the ending... amazing job!
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powerful, extremely good write
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excellent write horus woo hoo this is just beatiful art. The flow, the content, the emotion all wonderfully displayed
love and light
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damn Horus where did this one come from? that ending is wow. brilliant my friend.
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This is beautiful and poignant! Absolutely breathtaking!
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perfect...
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sublime
amazing in every way, i am joyous that i stumbled upon it, best poem i have read on this site, it should be shared with anyone who thinks poetry is not life incarnate...even better that you did not screw it up with busy pictures and fancy colors...i have to go read it again... -
This is a great poem, filled with emotion and saturated with pain. The lines blended almost flawlessly and it is a wonderful piece all the same. Keep writing.
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this is an amazing piece... it is emotion with a stealing title of 'poem'....this is not a poem but emotion wrapped with the label.... it was amazingly done.... but then again.... it stole a label like some of the other crap in the world having to do with labels.... like black is a label.... student is a label... teenager is a label.... it is so annoying that the world does these things.....but it is an amazing poem.... go for another label thief please...make sure it hits the features!!!
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how central it is to dance through the short-sheeted song of memory ... and just when you start to think you have enough cotton to cover your cold feet, you reflect on another memory's reason why your feet were cold in the first place ...
... interesting write, horus my friend, nicely done m8 ... "cheers"
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