You mummified my dreams
In layer upon layer of yesterdays news
Snippets of memories of failure and rejection
Let me carry your garbage
Until all my blank canvasses
My youthful paint by numbers
Were scrawled upon by your screaming apathy
And now...when I can barely remember
What colour my wishes were
You say you are sorry
Am I supposed to smile brightly
Say..lets have a picnic on life's highway
We have a all the time in a picture book
Left to build junk models from my dreams.
How about this carton..?
It could be the rocket
My ticket to ride
I would paint it with gooey. orange dreams
But the only thing left to colour
Is my hair..It's as grey as the hopes
That once swam..like the fish between my toes
Do you remember the fish in the ocean?
How I squealed as they darted beneath
My life seemed as clear as the ocean
Until you stirred up the mud
I can see nothing now
The little fishy dreams went south
But you,you have your hearts desire
I am mummified
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I am tired of waiting for my turn
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Let's have a picnic life's highway,
We have all the time in a picture book,
Left to build junk models from my dreams..
wow what this says to me.. it's great i love the way you've put these lines together
BRAVO!!!
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love is a bloody bitch . i wish only the best for you, my T.You are a better poet than i could ever strive to be.
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thanks sean...this one was a red wine write I fear.....love is a funny thing...it cloudds our judgment...makes us submissive somehow...then i woke up and tought...mmmmm I dont actually like you anymore, let alone love, scary thoughts.....but all the years had escaped somehow.....dammm the foolish hearts of youths......
thanks for the compliments.....they mean a lot specially from you
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Thanks Paul...this was one of my little rants lol
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beautiful
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You weren't listening to The Beatles when you wrote this beautiful poem, were you? lol! You have such a way with words and here you've again shown us the magic that you bring forth from your creative mind. Just two things I've noticed, ''We have a all the time in a picture book''. I reckon you could get rid of the first ''a'' here, and this line ''But you,you have your hearts desire'', a space between comma and second you is needed. Yeah I know I'm picky but I know how perfect you like to be, so there, and I would expect the same of my poetry too. Oh there is so much wonderful imagery oozing from this awesome poem, such beauty, sometimes dark, sometimes light hearted, but always you write with conviction and great passion. Thanks for sharing another terrific write Theresa.
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lol...I may well have been skinny dipping with the great mr lennon... I am having a beatles moment ths month...thanks to zappa lol....thanks for such an attentive comment will fix those typos....lol
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Heavy and sad
You have an extraordinary way of opening up, and seeing things from an as yet unnoticed black perspective. Mummies, of course, have a long shelf-life.
I am constantly struck by the hurt we cause one another, and by the way we allow it; yet of course for happiness, we take the risk of being vulnerable, and so every so often we are hurt. It seems frequently to be a mismatch from Day One. One party knows it is for ever, they know it; but the other party, while not evil, knows no such thing. And all this from crabby old me!
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