jack

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
bloated...
...bruised
confused by life
not quite sure
where he belongs
doesn't smoke
...doesn't drink
dirty dishes fill
the kitchen sink.
door bell's busted
like his heart
he once lived with love
but it broke apart
she left him standing
all alone
he kept the cat
til it ran off.
he drags his nails
across his skin
relieving pain
that comes from within
he smiles wanly
through hooded eyes
ties his life off
and hopes he dies.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    wow thats intence..again you sure are awesome @ writing..
    nicely done, its like a story..flows along..
    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
  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    That line is awesome. It says so much about Jack, that one little line....great writing, as usual, Cate.
    Feels Good Inc.
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Awwwww

    Keeping the cat around is never a good thing :(
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • such perfect imagery. love the word pictures and the beat.
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