Fall of 2004
we could never take
not to be close to each other
as if the small hairs in the skin
had been magnetic
drawn us together
but then we got sweaty and awkward
but we could still not take
not being in the same place
when I was out
you got panic attacks
so I stayed at home
trying to squeeze in hand
in between your head and the wall
so that there would be no holes
in either
we drank whiskey and wrote small texts
of what we wanted to do to each other
then we did it
it was like we were living in a bubble
no one could understand the band of hardened steel
and hardened feelings
that tied us to each other
when I went to school
you sat outside
and evaded panic attacks
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Winter of 2006
Umeås slowly melting snow
crackled beneath your shoes
and went suddenly silent when you stopped
looked up at the gray sky
shook your head slowly
and acknowledged for the first time
the fact that you needed help
the fact that you were ill
I let the backpack fall
the one that pressed me down
long below the ice and the asphalt
glided up to you
and took you in my arms
a small reddish tear
found it’s way out
ran down the root of the nose and put itself
on the edge of your lips
and I knew
the fact that it was a plug
a locking bolt
that detached itself
and got to the outside
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The summer of 2008
it was a day late in June
when the old Saab stopped moving
we tried to tow it home up the steep streets of Vilhelmina
and the towline snapped
then I tried to reconnect
the damned towline
with the dog's tongue in my face
and the sun in my eyes
and I thought of the fact that when this hard day ended
we would lie down next to each other in bed
without touching each other
I would work hard
not to make noises
not to accidently rub my elbow against you’re back
I dropped the rope and looked at you
you frowned
and we had the same thoughts
and we had the same feelings
and we had the same prison
but it was the car and the dog and the towline
and all of the tings that was so important
somehow
Author notes
plain, i know.
but sometimes you just need to tel the truth, without any flair.
this one hurt. it's sort of the story to witch my poem "no shards of broken mirror glass" is the end. and the poem "the sense of freedom gained two weeks after a breakup" could obviously be the epilogue. starting an epic, almost.
A contest entry
- Bored... I Want SAD by upperworld06.
360 points, ended October 1, 2008, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Love Me Like You Did Yesterday by Turning-To-Dust.
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Comments
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I could feel you emotion throughout the entire poem. I wasn't quite sure what the end meant and some parts i didn't understand that well, but it still was nice. Thanks for entering and goodluck.
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cool, i like how you broke it up into different time frames so you got to know the characters past a bit more. good job and good luck
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Beautiful.
Simply beautiful.
Your writing is really powerful, i loved reading this.
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Grand imagery love the flow and the breaks in the stanzas showing the years that had passed I have to dis-agree with your authors note this is not plain at all, full of raw real life emotions all this together makes this a great read...
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thank you very much. its possible that you could convey more emotion through a simple text than one thats full of neat little wordings and flair. thats what i mean by plain, as in "no added flavor".
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