I cannot dig your grave with pens
any more than I know enough words to bury you forever
I feel like I've been here before. Your eyes were sunny side up, and shady side down.
I clung to the cuffs of your jeans, and screamed with downcast eyes;
there's more to living than being alive.
I have to get the words out before they're gone.
Before you convince me I never felt them.
Said you couldn't stand to see my heart get broken
So tell me;
Are you on your knees?
Boy, are your eyes closed?
You're beautifully persuasive and
if there is such a thing
as me in my right state of mind
it is when I am as close as I will ever get
to accepting that I need to be over you.
Acceptance is the first step is it not?
Falling back into denial always seems to be the second...
To be let down
before you've been built up
is to have your heart broken
before you've fallen in love
I need to stop waiting for your name
to crawl around every bent corner because
you are not the story of my life.
You are nothing but the blank pages
I use to tell it.
I had to hold in the
last bit of emotion I might ever feel...
[so I haven't smiled since.]
I am not at a loss for words.
I know exactly where they are,
I am just afraid to use them;
I'm only human if even that,
you left my knees weak and filled my lungs with something
that wouldn’t let me breathe, but wouldn’t let me choke.
Last night, I held you tighter than I had ever held you
and tried to force my heart into your arms( was it really safer there?)
The quiet murmur of its beating was muted by the sound of you telling me to let you go
Why is it so hard to admit that, I can’t read your expression because there’s nothing behind it?
I took all the things you ever gave me and burned them;
inhaling the smoke and choking on your promises. You are my gravitational pull.
You keep me grounded.
My arms reach, bent between the bars of your bones, and like an animal in a cage,
I cannot be tamed anymore than you can fall in love.
You are the most pathetic piece of soil to ever sprout daisies
Time passes slower when you are waiting for someone;
counting the seconds until they smile and everything stops.
My misery is plagiarized, but I mean every word.
The lines on your hands are the trails of shooting stars.
[Thinwishes of love when I didn't regret ever touching its twilight filled secrets.]
You are the roots planting images of imperfection under my wire flesh
and growing beads of sweat from my pores. Dripping like the rain that
is more likely to fall in this drought than we are to ever fall in love [again.]
My bones bloom by the dozen under the sun of your smile;
Did it hit you as hard as it hit me;
the weight of broken promises and hypocritical claims stretching out your skin.
I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.;
More importantly…I can’t believe I still do.
Author notes
A poem combined of them all
>.< self-explanatory
In a list
A contest entry
- Your Best Lines by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended December 22, 2007, 26 entries
Gold trophy winner
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tell me your prompt pleaase.
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So many awesome lines.
Love the patchwork feeling.
I would quote my favorite lines, but I'd only post the entire piece. Good luck in the contest.
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I expected nonetheless from you. ^___^ You're almost too creative for your own good. The only criticism I can provide is that I can definitely tell its a patchwork poem. Although it may all be about one person, it still kind of jumps around on whether you love him or hate him. Nice write besides.
Thank you for entering my contest. -
'You are the most pathetic piece of soil to ever sprout daisies'
I love that line[=
[finalist]
I love this, it just leaked sadness && it just ached beautifulness.
lovelovelove
♥
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there's more to living than being alive.
I have to get the words out before they're gone.
Before you convince me I never felt them.
Said you couldn't stand to see my heart get broken
So tell me;
Are you on your knees?
Boy, are your eyes closed?
you left my knees weak and filled my lungs with something
that wouldn’t let me breathe, but wouldn’t let me choke.
Last night, I held you tighter than I had ever held you
and tried to force my heart into your arms( was it really safer there?)
The quiet murmur of its beating was muted by the sound of you telling me to let you go
(EH I DID TAT TO Q AND HE REALLY DID TELL ME TO LET GO...)
Dripping like the rain that
is more likely to fall in this drought than we are to ever fall in love [again.]
(HOLY COW FLIPEN BRILLIAN I AM GOIN TO PUT TAT ON MY MYSPACE AMAZING!! KATIE I AM JEALOUS
I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.;
More importantly…I can’t believe I still do.
AMAZING KATIE ONE OF THE BEST POEMS YET GREAT JOB
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The opening lines are exellent - held my eyes captive for quite a while. Some great lines you've put together here - deep and meaningful and great use of poetic devices!
~ Nicolette
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There are so many good rambles and comparisons to real life circumstances I couldn't pin point one and focus on it. This is beautiful though it should be trimmed there towards the end. I'm speechless.
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"The lines on your hands are the trails of shooting stars."
that line I don't remember seeing, so it struck me down even harder than the rest which by the way I adore.. there's way too much emotion in this to comment.
I love this idea of meshing different thoughts on the same subject together. I may even attempt to do that someday.
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Sigh.
This could have been written by me. I don't mean that in a bad way, not at all, but I know these feelings all too well and try every day to just put him away.
I can't seem to find a shelf high enough to keep him out of sight, and as long as I can see him, I keep wondering and hoping to see his name pop up again.
Maybe one day he'll show up while I"m outside smoking and smile at me as he always did, and hug me as no one else has since or before ..maybe.
But more likely he never will, and i'm a pathetic fool who follows a ghost around in hopes that he will solidify.
I love this, by the way.
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Outstanding and bookmarked. I especially loved that open stanza. Rich and dark and magnificently defiant!
This is a thing called poetry.
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very nice
"filled my lungs with something
that wouldn’t let me breathe, but wouldn’t let me choke"
nothing else need be said.
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I was wondering as I read, if all the lines were about the same person. You answered my question in your author's note.
These are probably the first lines that I have read so far that really got my heart pumping as I read because of their originality, and because you know how to deliver a punch. The introspection is overwhelming. I felt like I could have written these at some point in my life, because they all hit home with me. There are so many great lines among these that I can't begin to tell you which is my favorite. Thank you for entering my contest. -
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i am spechless
as usual.
ily
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I added a few more to the end
its just composed
of several of my favorite lines of mine
how're you?
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