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He Wore Black...

AsPrivilegedAsAWhoreAsPrivilegedAsAWhore Posts: 109
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He wore black
his eyes sealed shut
I watched as the distance between us grew
I stared as he was being torn away
six feet
barrels of water
empty the hours...

songs rearranged
to conjour a laugh
times have changed
never looking back
the taste in my throat
is now that of tears
the taste in my stomach
the ghost of their jeers
dim
dim the lights
and watch my hands
scaring the air with words
no one understands...


~EL
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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  • soulsingingsoulsinging Posts: 13,202
    man, this one is unsettling... esp the image at the end, very creepy. in a good way. i like it :)

    conor
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Excellent poem as priv...for some reason this one really stands out to me. Did someone close to you pass away? Thats kind of what I get out of It...not so much a lost love, but more of a lost friend. Sorry to intrude on your personal life....I just think your word are very powerfull.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • AsPrivilegedAsAWhoreAsPrivilegedAsAWhore Posts: 109
    Originally posted by nailz100
    Excellent poem as priv...for some reason this one really stands out to me. Did someone close to you pass away? Thats kind of what I get out of It...not so much a lost love, but more of a lost friend. Sorry to intrude on your personal life....I just think your word are very powerfull.

    heh... thank you...

    yes i lost a pretty good friend that my sister and i used to spend a lot of time with...

    he died a few months ago... and ive been thinking about it a lot lately... its sorta just hitting me more....
    They filled me full of drink
    And led me round the rooms
    Naked and cold and grinning
    Until everything went black
    And I came down spinning
    I awoke so drunk and full of rage
    That I could hardly speak
    A fag in a whale bone corset
    Draping his dick across my cheek
    And its into the shame
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    you are a genuine poet my dear. and i love your work. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • matt776matt776 Posts: 73
    You should just release it here bro. Let it all go. We all will love and lose...it's when in the presence of this that we are lost. Perhaps just typing untill your fingers bleed will help...even if we don't read it.
    "A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair." R. Frost

    "I would have a doctorite in Netetiquette, but I failed the written test." me
    www.mudderfudder.com
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    I know what you mean....I lost a good friend 2 years ago. In these words (poems) they will remain and with these words they are never really gone.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • exhaleexhale Posts: 185
    the utterance of each word in the poem causes harsh sounds wich paint nuances of black...
    i believe a lot of us can relate.
    an excellent text
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
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