Yeah, so long to your tree house,
and dinner table street lights
There are no more grown ups to whistle
No one beckoning you to “come inside”.
The oil lamp hanging in that cob webbed corner?
Has found its way out, to the garage sale replicating people
Lining up to chat their lemonade breaths
Away, sweet 'nd emptied again.
I realize now that it all was a well endowed second-hand-lie
Would you die for me? Don't you fucking pry
Away, at what helps me pass my days
Without feeling the need to face float
in the neighbors pool until dead.
Ataris, and leaky bean bags
Venture to snap back my snapped awareness
To a better time, nostalgic, and cumbersome
Reminding my shrinking future
Of what should be, and what shouldn't shrivel
Away.
Not to need the hologram rewind
sticker on every box-less tape in plain sight.
Shine away 'til you peel up tight and dirty
Bright as a child with Sundae
Your shadow? Full of skin,
Fanning off pride.
Stretching before the infinite
Inviting the bravest light back to ride
Come to me for focus
When fever holds heaven.
Seven angels, swing these planets
Seven devils glue their fragments
Exploding heros take for granted
Each and every story planted.
It's a little too late now
When there's reducing shades of blue popping
Off in every exportable direction plausible
And batteries that recharge my infomasturbatory cosmic
Overdose of crapporonni surprise on channel 10.
I talk too much about a past
That's doing its best job to forget -
- About me. Before I can remember why
I even opened up to you in the first place?
At least we have that in common.
Love greased.
Our hinges just
Obeyed.
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Written January 13th, 2004
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Wonderful thoughts put down on a piece of paper. I must comment on the picture Who ever that is in the pictuer needs to go to modeling school, their features are perfect. Awsome picture to go with an awsome write GOD BLESS AND TAKE CARE LAURA
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good job
I really liked this piece. It was written very creatively. Confusing at first but as I read further i figured it out. Keep up the good work. -
This is an excelent write. its very vivid wich is very good in writeing these days. Its worded very well and has some big words in there for me... but thats a good thing. I just stink at vocab and big words. lol any ways good job. ~*! Honey !*~
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Well Done
"Have you played Atari today?" Hah! I've got 15 2600 systems in the garage and 400+ different carts. We all have our sicknesses.
This is a poignant look back - a little anger maybe at what didn't happen or did happen, but didn't translate into the future you'd envisioned. That happens all the time to everyone - some just don't see it or have the senses to feel it.
I really like this non-posturing, no BS glimpses - this is where your talent shines - in each crafted line. Well done. I caught a glimpse of the past for just a second. -
Ive never read a poem quite like this before-the words you used, I dont know the word for them pretentious maybe, a little daring and great for imagery, seems like a twisted poem (in a good sort of way), interesting ideas communicted, nice write!
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"I talk to much about a past
that's doing its best job to forget
about me. " i love this ... i like how you toss the meat of the poem in, in simple language, sorta unexpectedly... "to" is "too" in that first line.
Another strong poem, i'm loving seeing things through your pen... intriguing and inspiring.
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i love the comments you get.and now for smething totally newand refreshing...you are absolutley outstanding with words and i always race through them trying to get to the last few lines which you always save for best.
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nice write kinda complex, what's up with the writeing in the begining it looks like it's shrinking you kinda reminded me of jim for a minute you've seen the doors when he's hanging out the window askinf if pam would die for him she says yes to get him back inside of the hotel room some where in europe any how dont you get bored staying coupe up in your house constantly on the net looking and zoning out, reading books all the time dont you ever take a break and smell the flowers next door or in your garden or just say fuck it and go have some fun some real fun do you remember the last time youhad some good clean fun that made you happy
you sound a bit depressed
naughty
Edited on Jan 13, 1:37 because ''.
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