no more

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited March 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
no more small clothes
your exercise skirt vanished from me
your this your that gone like yesterday
im still here with tomorrow coming down hard

i tried not to rely on you saving my storm
my well deep, dark & with no more chances
i shoved needles into my very own voodoo doll
my twin small & in my toy box

nowhere to go
nowhere to go
everywhere to have been broken down & sung
everywhere to have been broken down & sung

let you go into the snow
soon your trail will grow colored pedals
you'll physically save the sunshine from itself
you'll wear gold & silver, purple & blue clouds & halos

steps are mine small as you can't
those steps are mine small as you can't
nowhere to go
everywhere to have been broken down & sung

you used to make me sunrise through sunset
sunrise no
sunset no
sunrise no
sunset no
just no just no
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
no more
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    you were sent to me as the sun mastered the sky
    i looked up asking for someone just like you
    i gave sacrifice to myself jumped in head first
    ran through daydream fields & channelled snowdrifts
    snowflakes one at a time each one
    until a mound & nowhere to go

    you gave me mine
    i handed you yours
    together we took white flowers
    turned them lips red
    got kissed & shook like winter trees bare without being scared
    it seemed right not wrong
    it seemed fitting & quite perfect
    your body like smoke from candles blown out
    but i was the one floating
    lifted on up
    the rafters where i hung myself

    you thought our mouths gave birth to doves
    we heard two murmuring skies
    we heard two volcanoes touching but gentle with feather
    none no greater world
    seabeds opened & fell apart underneath
    shared
    now
    dead
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • STAYSEASTAYSEA Posts: 3,814
    Do you just not love her anymore or has she died?

    Or is it just poems?

    It seems either way you have drifted apart. :?
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