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| File 13 Got something you were going to throw away, something that just didn't fit or work out the way you planned? Share it here. |
08-20-2007, 11:39 AM
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Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: H-town, dawg! (in other words, Houston area, Texas)
Gender: Female
Posts: 1,248
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Poem - Untitled
I heard the rain falling,
Imagined the driblets of water
Rushing down the window.
Rising from the bed is hard,
The pain shooting through me.
Outside the sun is shining.
I heard the phone ringing.
Imagined the phone shaking
Screaming for me to answer.
Reaching for the phone is hard,
Fear causing my hands to tremble.
There is no one on the other end.
I heard you calling me.
Imagined your eyes soft with longing
Hands tracing down my back.
Finding the gravestone is hard,
So many names echo lost memories.
Your stone stares back silent.
I heard the earth breaking,
Imagined it crumbling down
Your beautiful face untouched.
It is hard pulling you out,
Your body is heavy with decay.
You do not hug me back.
I heard you moan under my touch,
Imagined some a quiver of longing.
Your slender hands I kiss.
It is hard to pull away,
The men are screaming for help.
A pile of bones lay down.
I heard you saying you’re sorry,
Imagined you signing in at the desk.
The nurse lets you in with a smile.
It is hard being here alone.
The people walk aimlessly.
White shoes clap on the cold floor.
I heard you whispering good night,
Imagined your hand turning off the light.
Crawling into bed with me once more.
It is hard to swallow these pills.
They are stuffed in my pillow, so white.
I am coming for you my love.
Last edited by Charlie_Eleanor : 08-20-2007 at 12:00 PM.
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08-20-2007, 11:51 AM
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Writing Machine
Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: East Coast, US
Gender: Female
Posts: 1,764
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Wow Charlie! Sad, dark--did you post this wrong, you not throwing this away are you?
One critique right now "phone shaking" no C in shaking.
That's it. I have to digest the rest.
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08-20-2007, 12:01 PM
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Profound Writer
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: H-town, dawg! (in other words, Houston area, Texas)
Gender: Female
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Thank you smiling. I'm not throwing it away or anything, but it isn't in my top five favorite things I've ever written list, lol. I appreciate the encouragement, and thanks for the spelling catch. I am a really bad speller, lol.
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