I stuck out my thumb
And asked you for a lift.
You caressed my thumb with your words,
And convinced me that I'd never feel needy again
As long as I had you in ear's range...
But then off you sped.
And my body flailed in the wind behind
Like a balloon tied to a bumper.
I think my sporadic view of your backside
Was all that kept me hanging on.
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This was a 45 second piece.
Written December 19th, 2004
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I agree with Lady Azure. I am in love with your writings. I have to tell my sister about you, she'll love your poetry. You are one of the most talented poets on this site who's poetry I have read. Continue your amazing work and I'll ontinue to read!
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"I think my sporadic view of your backside
Was all that kept me hanging on."
i love this. very intense and deep. can't say much more, but i love the whole poem... beatutiul as always. -
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Heyyyyy, dig it. Simplistic, nice mind-pictures spring up. I think it lacks punch though, mostly because of the use of personal pronouns qualifiers in the begining, and the slip into passive voice in the last coupla lines. I also think you could do without the elipses.



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