i wonder how long it's been

lifeisworth

an ode to my man
a wrap around
a love for all things

i could do and would

love

you

suede

you don't have to Love me.
you don't have to want me back.
i know you've forgotten the way.

it wasn't so long ago,
when you weren't too far away.
it's like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.

i remember this one night...one of the first,
we were out taking pictures in the freezing rain.
we were so new...so young...
i stopped...pulled you in...
and kissed you in front of a shop window.
it didn't last very long, and it never happened again,
though this really did.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've counted the days.

and you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
i know...you've forgotten your way...back...to me.
i wonder though...if you wonder about me.
well, apparently...apparently not.

it wasn't so long ago,
when you were packing...said you were leaving.
leaving?

this was Home.
you were my Home...
you were my Home...

there were so many things that were never packed away,
but you took them with you...anyway.
everything was left unsaid, you'd just had enough.
enough?
we had barely begun.
but i remember you like it was yesterday,
but it wasn't...i know,
i've been counting the days.

i know, you don't Love me...how could you possibly?
i admit it, i hold you,
there's a place for you inside despite all of this.
i know you know your way to me,
even if it's just to see what you're not missing.
really, you don't have to Love me,
you don't even have to want me back.
maybe just call me,
say you miss me,
and i can tell you that i miss you back.

so, maybe just call me up and tell me you miss me?
just call me up and tell me you miss me.
i'm still here...collecting stones, the ones i'll never throw.
you know how the saying goes,
"People with broken glass Hearts, shouldn't throw stones."
the throw alone would break it some more.
and i'm still here...just counting these days from my glass home.

and, i wrote this for you,
because i miss you.
because i had to.
maybe...
you miss me, too?
maybe...
you miss me, too.
well...i miss you.
i miss you...

i have to forget you,
because,
you've forgotten me.
oh, and one more thing...
i miss you...

ISN

you surprised me....I gotta read this....what r u doin fukkin up other people's threads....fukwit.....

ur making me....

ISN

I'm sorry I'm not her

lifeisworth

well hello, there mister suede an incredibly, interestingly, somewhat telepathic tag to my rather short guiness-fed po-emtry...r-head said best "just cuz you feel it, doesn't mean it's there", and hoo baby, ain't dat da truth?

and ISN? you must needs gather sleep dream are you to wish that you were she... the tit for tat workings of the kharma bums ease equally any place...and i'll not smite them lest they send spite directly

my vie sends me to stop-gap saint work

peaches n dream

FinsburyParkCarrots

The Guinnessness of epiphany
is the cream of Dedalus's glimpse
of a sunnyshore angel
a shimmering beach gleam

And she is unearthy snow white footed
pitterpattering upon unprinted sand
Seen through open St James' Gate eyes
seaward dreaming in Sandymount Strand

Just because love leaves no trace
on the earth
for the tide
It doesn't mean it hasn't come
For it is written on body and mind
By the Guinnessness of epiphany
where dreams are stout and heady

4.3% in absolute volume
but immeasurable in true gravity

lifeisworth

Just because love leaves no trace
on the earth
for the tide
It doesn't mean it hasn't come
For it is written on body and mind
By the Guinnessness of epiphany
where dreams are stout and heady


and i want ten dozen roses and a fucking apology.... go figure
plastic coated
flash frozen
melted vanilla

i am amazed by the audacity of humanity

simply amazed

ISN

I am besotted with God

tara tara tarra tarra tala tala tala

ISN

Sandymount Cove

ISN

Dalkey

suede

it's been so long since i've seen you...
now i get the feeling i'll never see you.
it's a long road...
and it's a long road.
it's a problem...
and it's a problem.
the questions are here with your skeleton eyes.
the way you shake it's no surprise.
you were at your best with your American lies.

and i'd really like to see you,
for a minute there'd be no hurt left inside.
and now i get the feeling that i'll never see you.
and it's a long road...
from where we lived to where we died.
and it's a long road...
from where we lived to where you hide.
your ghost remains with skeleton eyes.
the way your hands shake it's no surprise.
you were at your best with your American thighs.
now your ghost remains...
but your skeleton dies.
and it's a long road...
and it's a problem...
and it's a long road...

-kNb >11.02.03< (C)

ISN

take to the road then....with a fardel and a pen

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by lifeisworth
an ode to my man
a wrap around
a love for all things

i could do and would

love

you

lifeISworth!

*sigh*

And suede, I believe you posted "the boy in the glass house with a broken Heart" before, I do recall reading and enjoying it before. I really like it!

suede

yeah, i posted it a bit ago. when i read this one by lifeisworth, it reminded me of that again, so i put it here, too.
thanks very much for you kind words

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
And suede, I believe you posted "the boy in the glass house with a broken Heart" before, I do recall reading and enjoying it before. I really like it!

Ten

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How are things?