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going.. going.....

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i came to your room
found you lying there
on a tattered mattress
dirty blue sheet
staring at the ceiling
a spot on the ceiling
might've been some kind of bug
you didn't acknowledge me
i sat by your side
held your hand in mine
you shivered
said you were cold
i tried to warm you
your fragile frame
just skin on bones
dirty
crusted
bruised
dying
i swore i wouldn't cry
wouldn't let you get to me
a pile of magazines
a dead cockroach
a plate of crumbs
at least you're eating something
sometime
whenever
maybe it was the roach
a yellowing copy of robbins'
still life with woodpeckers
kerouac's lonesome traveller
cause you know the next trip you'll take
you'll take alone
everybody does.
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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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    cause you know the next trip you'll take
    you'll take alone
    everybody does.

    ... ... ...

    too close ms catefrances and ty. thank you very much, indeed.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    This is really good, your writing is very intense and easily draws a picture of the scene...
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
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