You hypercritical faker!
Yeah I said it- so what?
I watch as the threats and accusations float around as stale as blue cigarette smoke.
With the help of my friend Jack (and his carbonated partner)
I show my hand (Queens over Chumps)
But you are always sitting on the King of Hearts.
House Loses.
Caffeinated propositions only matter at 3am when the stars march their way home
Unless you think this time should mean more?
Yeah I didn’t think so.
Nothing hurts a broken heart so much as some one grinding the pieces together.
And I’m sick of slicing my hands.
And losing the fight I keep having with the wall you barely exist behind.
Stay away.
Get on your mechanical horse and gallop! Don’t look back- don’t think past-
Continue to see me as a dishwasher,
A pillow
A bubble.
Just go.
Or stay.
Maybe, just today or possibly forever.
But actually be here!
Instead of this shadowy Almost man of Maybe Later
Author notes
A new style for me, not sure I dig it but was asked so here we go
Lemme Have It
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A real challenge--controlling and using (exploiting, in the good sense of the word) all that white space, making emptiness speak as loudly as words. The "pillow" and "bubble" lines are courageous--making such short phrases equal the intensity lines many words longer. But with the space above, between, and below, the two phrases take on the needed power.
Interesting display as well of image and language. Well done. -
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Thanks MiCol
I apperciate the fact that you caught that- it doesn't really speak when spoken but reading makes it easier to sense the hesitation!
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Whatever the style, it makes a point and is an interesting read. I really like a couple of the images... {stars marching home, grinding pieces of heart)
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Thanks Twisted Words
Glad I touched you somewhere (*Wait that sounds dirty*)
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