Awkward glances through the chain link fence. He's got the family eyes. He's got your eyes. So clear and blue they kill your soul. Someone's on my heart, causing me much discomfort. Nothing has been the same since you left. Everytime the phone rings I pray that it's you. It never is. You're a busy tone overcome with static, a dropped call, a broken heart. Our song never plays, the records too scratched from years of intravenus use. If nothing is left to say, why do you keep screaming at me? Midnight calls and late night meetings were common for our carnal encounters. If I take those moments and the memories of when we were together, they would make a perfect life. Abandoned houses that we explored, their floors begging to be danced upon, the walls crying for our laughter and some sunlight. We always had that didn't we? Love, lust, and the promise of a full life. Regrets are wasted on our youth, mistakes are often fatal. You kissed me goodbye for the last time, I just wish we had known it would be the last time. I miss you and even though you know that, it doesn't change a thing. It'll still be you versus me. It's a no-win situation.
A contest entry
- The Poetry Police Don't Live Here Anymore by Violet Moodswing.
1050 points, ended July 28, 2007, 15 entries
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ooh this moved me. i like how it flows.
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thank you very much
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A very vivid and expressive write. It would be easier on the eyes if it were not red font on black background though. Of course, that doesnt affect the actual content, just my old eyes
I think you have written a piece that is easy to relate to for most of us and when read aloud it flows quite nicely and is almost musical.
Thanks for enterring and best of luck. -
There's an old song called...If The Phone Doesnt Ring, It's Me.....This reminded me of it. [ record scratched from intravenous use] very creative,...[ floors begging to be danced upon]...I could see your memories.Great title.
Much passion. I enjoyed it.
PEACE,
LOWELL POE
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