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emotional throw-up. don't bother critiquing, it's not good, but therepeutic

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i want to drink your tears and spew them out from where they came
and bottle your screams and slam them down on your head
i want to get rid of this pain, this guilty pain,
and mostly i want to forget i ever looked at you that way
i want to forget i ever obsessed over your face
i don't want to remember the look on your face when i said it was over
and i want to throw out every fucking thing that reminds me of you
and tear my hair out because you loved it so much.
i'll never wear that dress again
i'll never put on that perfume again
i'll never hear that song again
it just hurts too fucking much
you wrote in my yearbook that i'm in your heart always
well just let me go, please i'm screaming at you
just let me go
god i'm crying now, hoping the world will hold me
because i don't want YOU to
and i'll never hold you again
so just let me go... let me out of your heart
i just want to forget
remembering hurts way too much for me to bear.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    I'll do a little emotional debriefing also, not so unhappy, though -
    i wish it was Christmas
    then I'd have the day off
    and I could play with my nieces
    who love me to pieces
    and I could bake a cake
    German Chocolate
    and I could bake cookies
    with my nieces who love to help me
    and I could eat all day
    and I could walk or not
    and I could play with Thor, another wonderpup,
    who mauls stuffed animals and spits them out
    and I could hang out with my twin
    who's glad i'm back in town
    and I could look at all the lights, and be filled with immeasurable joy.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Bibliobella, you made me way happier than I was that day when you posted that. I just never said thanks, so here I am now, thanking you. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    No problem, no problem. Glad I could help!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • jeffjeff Posts: 12
    of_the_girl wrote:
    i want to drink your tears and spew them out from where they came
    and bottle your screams and slam them down on your head
    i want to get rid of this pain, this guilty pain,
    and mostly i want to forget i ever looked at you that way
    i want to forget i ever obsessed over your face
    i don't want to remember the look on your face when i said it was over
    and i want to throw out every fucking thing that reminds me of you
    and tear my hair out because you loved it so much.
    i'll never wear that dress again
    i'll never put on that perfume again
    i'll never hear that song again
    it just hurts too fucking much
    you wrote in my yearbook that i'm in your heart always
    well just let me go, please i'm screaming at you
    just let me go
    god i'm crying now, hoping the world will hold me
    because i don't want YOU to
    and i'll never hold you again
    so just let me go... let me out of your heart
    i just want to forget
    remembering hurts way too much for me to bear.

    wow thank you so much that was so pure and beautiful......god i fucking needed that...!!!
    I've been listening since the beginning and they only get better with age.
  • Righteous JammerRighteous Jammer Posts: 509
    you brought a tear to my eye reading this poem. Nice work
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    eeeee thanks you guys. *softly smiling*

    and leopold stotch. butters, my man. you're such a beautiful wordy fellow. :) that was so good! i really thought that was grand. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    of_the_girl wrote:
    i want to drink your tears and spew them out from where they came
    and bottle your screams and slam them down on your head
    i want to get rid of this pain, this guilty pain,
    and mostly i want to forget i ever looked at you that way
    i want to forget i ever obsessed over your face
    i don't want to remember the look on your face when i said it was over
    and i want to throw out every fucking thing that reminds me of you
    and tear my hair out because you loved it so much.
    i'll never wear that dress again
    i'll never put on that perfume again
    i'll never hear that song again
    it just hurts too fucking much
    you wrote in my yearbook that i'm in your heart always
    well just let me go, please i'm screaming at you
    just let me go
    god i'm crying now, hoping the world will hold me
    because i don't want YOU to
    and i'll never hold you again
    so just let me go... let me out of your heart
    i just want to forget
    remembering hurts way too much for me to bear.

    amazing work here, it envokes the powerful emotions this was obviously driven by.i think songs and poems tend to come out better when you dont try. spure of the moment things can really give a clear view into the authors meaning, without sounding over dramitized or doctored up. once again, very good work here, i hope you feel better after writing this,.
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    emotional debriefing after reading poetry:

    what is to need?
    is it to live life without a shirt
    and to walk on rocky shores without shoes

    what is to miss someone?
    is it walking a dog in the park
    and forgetting the path back to the car

    what is to love?
    Will someone give me an example?
    simple words a 2-year old can understand

    when is regret
    when it's time to change the pillow sheets
    or put the watch on
    when it's time to dab on perfume
    and wait the extra two seconds before
    it hits the nostrils.

    A locked door.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    "Your prettiness is seeping through
    Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty
    And my emptiness is swollen shut always
    Always a wretch i have become
    So empty

    I'm watching Naomi, full bloom
    I'm hoping she will soon explode
    Into one billion tastes and tunes
    One billion angels come and hold her down
    They hold her down until she cries

    I'm tasting Naomi's perfume
    It tastes like shit and I must say
    She comes and goes most afternoons
    One billion lovers wave and love her now
    They could love her now and so could I

    There is no Naomi in view
    She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
    And if she only really knew
    One billion angels could come and save her soul
    They could save her soul until she shines

    "
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    Fear -
    should we place homing devices
    in our children's ears
    or teach them how to swing a metal pole
    like a baseball bat?



    _________________________________________________
    When he walked on the metro
    i saw that his eyes were the size
    of the surface of his wire-rim glasses
    and i saw that his hair is greying
    as mine, yet colored as my twin's.
    and I saw that he wears green shoes
    the color of my clogs at home.
    Does he want to be Santa's elf, too?
    If only the metro was crowded I would
    have to stand.

    i did not recollect his station
    or the time he walked on
    I did not wink, nod, or pass a business card
    when i walked off.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    sevensins wrote:
    amazing work here, it envokes the powerful emotions this was obviously driven by.i think songs and poems tend to come out better when you dont try. spure of the moment things can really give a clear view into the authors meaning, without sounding over dramitized or doctored up. once again, very good work here, i hope you feel better after writing this,.


    Thanks sevensins. :) And you're right... it's always better when it's something that you don't have to try so hard for... or try at ALL for. I agree completely. :) And yes, of course writing this helped me feel better. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Bibliobella wrote:
    emotional debriefing after reading poetry:

    what is to need?
    is it to live life without a shirt
    and to walk on rocky shores without shoes

    what is to miss someone?
    is it walking a dog in the park
    and forgetting the path back to the car

    what is to love?
    Will someone give me an example?
    simple words a 2-year old can understand

    when is regret
    when it's time to change the pillow sheets
    or put the watch on
    when it's time to dab on perfume
    and wait the extra two seconds before
    it hits the nostrils.

    A locked door.

    Mmmm aha... a locked door...
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    "Your prettiness is seeping through
    Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty
    And my emptiness is swollen shut always
    Always a wretch i have become
    So empty

    I'm watching Naomi, full bloom
    I'm hoping she will soon explode
    Into one billion tastes and tunes
    One billion angels come and hold her down
    They hold her down until she cries

    I'm tasting Naomi's perfume
    It tastes like shit and I must say
    She comes and goes most afternoons
    One billion lovers wave and love her now
    They could love her now and so could I

    There is no Naomi in view
    She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
    And if she only really knew
    One billion angels could come and save her soul
    They could save her soul until she shines

    "

    Ooooooooh... that is tre pretty... and for some reason it makes me want to cry...
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    The anger of your post.....I love it. Sometimes it is my anger that drives me....good or bad, I don't know...that's just the way it is. Here's part of a song thats in the works..

    So you sit drowning on your own
    looking for the answers when they're staring back at you
    but you can't see through your anger without scorn
    the anger that can point its finger
    when its pointing right at you
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    nailz100 wrote:
    The anger of your post.....I love it. Sometimes it is my anger that drives me....good or bad, I don't know...that's just the way it is. Here's part of a song thats in the works..

    So you sit drowning on your own
    looking for the answers when they're staring back at you
    but you can't see through your anger without scorn
    the anger that can point its finger
    when its pointing right at you

    Anger can be so fucking beautiful..


    and love the song so far. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    of_the_girl wrote:
    Anger can be so fucking beautiful..


    and love the song so far. :)
    Anger can be debilitating, too. I always see it the color of dried blood that has fallen off skin. The sharp purity of anger can ruin one's focus.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    To me Pain is anger, and anger is pain
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Bibliobella wrote:
    Anger can be debilitating, too. I always see it the color of dried blood that has fallen off skin. The sharp purity of anger can ruin one's focus.

    Wow... that's a good analogy. The dried blood thing.

    And nailz... even pain can be beautiful. Beauty can translate into anything really.... at least the way I see it. Even tragedy can somehow end up being beautiful. I mean, sometimes when I feel like my heart has broken into fifteen million pieces... it hurts so fucking bad. The pain is so unbearable. But looking through tears, although the view is blurry, that moment is yours and yours alone. It's rare. And that, I think, is beautiful.

    Any emotion has the potential to be beautiful.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Very true words of wisdom
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    To me Joy and Happiness are beautiful. Passion in the eyes is beautiful. The kind of passion that leads to adventure. The kind coupled with genuine laughter and excitement.
    To see someone angry - that person better have a good reason, and find a constructive way to channel that energy, not twist it into an excuse to be abusive.
    Jealously and anger are normal emotions, but so many people use them as excuses to abuse other people. In no way do I find this beautiful. In fact angry and jealous people pout and huff, and look ugly to me. I don't even find sadness beautiful. If I lost someone I love, do not think me beautiful, think of me as wretched, crumpled, and many years later you may think of me as strong.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Anger disempowers.
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Woah, back the truck up for a minute. I am not talking about the kind of anger that causes a man to say, hit a woman or something like that. I am talking about the same kind that Jessie is....the feeling of losing yourself in rage the same as you can in happiness. I never said that this type of anger manifests itself physically, it can, but that is not the point that I was trying to make. Maybe sometimes any form of anger can be disempowering, but sometimes its all you have.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
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