“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
and somewhere there
is a road where
there are no signs left
instead a list of everything
you wasted and
a story for all the things
you never
felt
never will feel
but somewhere there
is a town where
there are no more homes
in houses
and I can't stop lying to
you about these things
we never listed
should have
listed composed
felt but
we
never will feel
then somewhere on
a road you once
walked down
you told a lie
and the lie was love
but there were
no signs left.
A contest entry
- Sylvia And I Want To Extend An Invite ... by righteousme.
1400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
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i released a deep sigh, slowly exhaling with this one. wanting, and even wanting to love, but nothing is there to show for it... only desire, which can't even point to love when all other signs are missing. nerotic? maybe, but i think it is more just life. i have had desires, and even believed it could turn to love, but the difference is that he had roadblock signs up all over the place, and i was too stupid to take a detour.
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instead a list of everything
you wasted and
a story for all the things
you never
felt
never will feel ...
this verse had me ... great write and thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest ...
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This is broken in that way that makes it seem...softer somehow. It's as if you're whispering it in my ear. This is absolutely beautiful.
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