March 16, 2006
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I have rode the wave of your ride
and felt the ebb of your tide...
and now i just need some air to
breathe...freshly
In hell, ex-hell
breathe...deeply
I am exhausted and tired of taking
the blame for things that you say
you can't remember saying...
I have heard you say
that you need a way out,
so, don't figure in, any communed
sense factors', especially to real life...
our lives are at full speed ahead
and it is just, another
typical, night where
practice makes perfect, perfections
so Shut the fuck up!!!
don't make me write it OUTLOUD!!!
because the less i say
is the more i am heard, even when
(mummed is the word)!!!
if you dare not ask?
i'll dare not say!!!
...and we will end this day
on what is becoming
typical...
with nothing else to say
to each other...
(mummed is the word)
i am a hold your tongue
kind of WoMANN!!!
Comments (8)
i considered calling you tonight, not too long ago, but i figured you were in bed.
i've been doing laundry all day. everything i own is on a hanger or folded into a storage box, the floor is vacuumed, the shelves are dusted. i can't imagine not living like this for the past 20 years. sometimes i catch myself thinking like i think you do, and i'm relieved.
this house is my escape... it's my safe-haven of right-doing. i wish it could be your escape too.
full speed ahead indeed. Pleasure to see you writing again...
Angry poem... you seem to be all fired up again... glad you're back in your groove
Wow, bodiddly said my poem reminded him of yours. Reading yours, I can see why.
Ah, very powerful sense of style. I don't often see agression, because my exposure to poetry is limited only to my ability to come on the computer. However, I must say, that although I'm nothing more than a 17 year old boy, I can relate to some of the frustrations [some] that you express, since I deal with an incredibly short-sighted step father who fails to give respect. Sooo, I feel your pain.
It's very nice, by the way. I like the emphasis of M and E, [me?] it serves to catch the eye and shows the centrla topic of the work.
WOW... you're back! It's a pleasure and an honor to read your words again. This one is a POWERBLAST!
Come back and write some more, Dottie. Xanga needs its leaves shuffled.
oops .. ruffled, not shuffled
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