here

wake up &
he's still here.

i crawl online,
seek safety in virtual
word & image -

he's still here.

a friend wants to show me
something ..

asks me to hold on

[ funny - holding on is an art
i acquired early ... ]

& he's still here.

here

& here

here in these bones, twisting me brightly

here with the smell of pine & earth

here

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No Rest for the Wicked by Cinnarry. 1750 points, ended September 28, 2007, 10 entries
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Grunts Girl
September 23, 2007

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yeah well, me thinks he wont be around too much longer

i liked this... almost creepy yet within the acceptance is a hint of exhaustion
alexandrathegreat
September 22, 2007
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No rest for the wicked and none for you either my friend, this is lovely, haven't read too many romantic pieces from you but I particularly enjoyed this one, well said, lots of competition in this one, I am loving it!
Cherokee
September 22, 2007

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Okay, first this made me so sad... but then I read the comments below and I got so tickled at your response. You still have a damn good sense of humor... Sorry, but I have to say that I don't want him to go. Not all the way. I'm crazy about him. Anyway, this is one of those poems I was talking to you about today...
Cat
September 22, 2007

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suzi stole my comment...

i hope you
are able to
lose him
completely
when the time
is right...

m
Suzanne Dia
September 22, 2007
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This one aches.
Melissa Gayle
September 22, 2007

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I wonder if he will always be to some extent.

I wish there was something more intelligent that I could say.
EvilKate
September 22, 2007
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Fixed them. For some reason they didn't take the first try.
EvilKate
September 22, 2007
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Thanks - but the problem IS that he's still here hun - the categories should give that away