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me and you against the world

Over dusty shoulders I see
a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere..
Anywhere but here..

Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky
until they drop off the stale earth,
and this is my story, and I shall follow them,
and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly.

We lived life like we were the only ones not broken.

Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds
                                                  and collided.
We tugged our skin on the trees we climbed, trying to kidnap stars,
you tripped me up once or twice
and I stared at you
while you let your fingers
                      tiptoe cautiously
                              across each graze.

You were high and I wanted to save you,
because I heard the sound of your body breaking
                                          against bathroom floor tiles
making the air too painful to inhale.

All I had to offer was stolen clichés slammed into poetry,
you told me you wrote every word in your diary
and read them when the door locked me out
at twelve thirty AM and I followed flat clouds home,
                                          with a cigarette and smile.

I was in love with passion and everyone laughed,
                                                                    apart from one girl,
you, who pressed understanding against me like only I mattered.
We walked along our made-up streets all day,
                          and fell into our glittered dreams at night.

When you walked over our world with a boy at your side,
you took my voice and broke it
                                into dull monotones with flat ugly words,
I felt betrayed but couldn’t think why.
I abandoned that song that held us together
                              and tried to crumble back into my own world
hoping you wouldn’t noticed
                                    that I had gone.

I tried to explain in postcards and sorry eyes,
but I clutched onto the paper like a child holds the key
                                to her secret box hidden under the bed,
so dropped the pen and let it all slink into the air.
I had too much to lose and I got tired of letting my heart
                                                          block the air from my lungs.
You spoke of how somebody was worried, how it felt like a dream,
I wondered if all the times I had slid out of the room
to brush my eyelashes dry had meant anything to you.
                                                Anything at all.

I sang myself to sleep and dreamt of yesterday,
when we marched to the beat of
                                    me and
                                        you against
                                              the world.

With messy hair and my blue tinted lips, I whispered -
'show me something pretty' while kicking the mirror away,
I'm beginning to like how my skin looks,
                                                        pale and uneven,
but can’t stand how my eyes look -
                                left behind.

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  • Apparition
    January 21, 2007
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    Exceptional

    I think at some point in life everyone feels this way, or has an experience that leaves them feeling betrayed and empty. But not everyone can put a voice to it in quite this exquisite way.

    Bookmarking this.


  • Cannonsfire
    January 20, 2007
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    An awesome free verse with metaphors that just flow from one line to the other, tinged with sadness and bitterness, a life and love lost on the streets, almost an abandoning of your home. The imagery is so vivid, great strong piece from that emotional place in your heart and mind.


  • disturbedman625
    January 19, 2007
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    AMAZING!

    THIS IS AN AWESOME FREE VERSE!!!And i am seriosuly in LOVE with the structure!
    GREAT JOB!


  • ScratchedAt
    January 3, 2007

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    It left me a bit speechless..
    Because I'm not really sure what I've got to say about it. I'm a fan of the poem, and the imagery is amazing.

    Now, I'm not saying it's one of my favorites, or that I'll ever forget. It's not unforgettable, but it's a joy to read and it shows that your poetry is... strong.

    The imagery, metaphors, just... wow. You are a true talent, no doubt. I have a feeling you could write one of those poems in which I would be "Wow... i'll never forget this".


  • FifthDove
    January 2, 2007

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    Welcome to Allpoetry

    I like that last line, sums things up very well. The metaphors you’ve used throughout this piece are great. I really enjoyed reading this one Thank you very much for sharing your words with all of us here. I would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to Allpoetry. I know being new to a site you may have a few questions or concerns, so please feel free to ask any greeter or use the "Help" tab at the top of your page Dove


  • anorexicmonkey
    January 2, 2007

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    i REALLY love the lines

    "Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
    we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds and collided."


  • Jarrod
    January 2, 2007
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    wow powerful and bold!!! great free verse here!! Welcome to AP, I hope you enjoy being on this site! I have only been here a few months but I am enjoying it, I hope you do as well! Great first write!!!


    • anescapist
      January 2, 2007
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      thanks, i like the way this site is set up... i'm sure i will definitely enjoy staying here

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