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Foxholes

deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
you had options that carried you through great lengths

down the memory lanes that never made their way home

me, i am like a souvenir

you pull as a vibrator

spitting ashes from your fiery lips

through the phone lines till sunrise

then you twirl me like a lever

till i release all symptoms of love

bet you could never define the meaning of pain

cause we're all creatures inside begging to remain

bet you could never know why you always feel this way

cause we're all scavenging our prey

and now i feel you resist me

like all the rest set out before you

and now i feel i've escaped this one

and now i'm feeling better
This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
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  • deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    the story to this poem started about this time last night. i had been speaking regularly to this girl. we'd spoken of meeting for coffee many times but she was always flaking out. so the last time she flaked out i kinda blew her off. then last night i got on myspace and saw her profile and said, "she was in love" and that she was in a relationship. it bummed me out. so that's when i wrote the poem and posted it as a blog.

    then today i wake up and find that she commented and said that she missed me. and later she texted me asking about the poem and who it was about. i said it could be about anybody and i like to leave it open to intrepretaiton. i know she wonders if it's about her. but now that i go to her profile it no longer says that "she's in love" or that she's in a relationship.

    isn't that weird?
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    the story to this poem started about this time last night. i had been speaking regularly to this girl. we'd spoken of meeting for coffee many times but she was always flaking out. so the last time she flaked out i kinda blew her off. then last night i got on myspace and saw her profile and said, "she was in love" and that she was in a relationship. it bummed me out. so that's when i wrote the poem and posted it as a blog.

    then today i wake up and find that she commented and said that she missed me. and later she texted me asking about the poem and who it was about. i said it could be about anybody and i like to leave it open to intrepretaiton. i know she wonders if it's about her. but now that i go to her profile it no longer says that "she's in love" or that she's in a relationship.

    isn't that weird?

    damn dude.
    that is a bit of a tricky one.
    maybe she's refering to you in her myspace.
    maybe she says that on myspace guys leave her alone.
    maybe i have know idea, i am sure i don't ;)
    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
  • deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    chadwick wrote:
    damn dude.
    that is a bit of a tricky one.
    maybe she's refering to you in her myspace.
    maybe she says that on myspace guys leave her alone.
    maybe i have know idea, i am sure i don't ;)
    well... i have a history of writing poems and girls always wonder who they're about. i think in some strange way the girls that actually know me know the kind of person i am. so they're kinda drawn to it. and they're always wondering who it's about.

    i have a feeling she was probably talking to some dude... but he actually blew her off. and now she's feeling kinda guilty. and with the poem and all she's kinda getting drawn to it in a weird way. i don't know... that's my guess. i have no idea either.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    nice poem.
    you do write well.
    some i dig alot, others i don't follow.
    either way, you do really good.

    btw, call this chic up.
    invite her over for dinner or somethin.
    dude, cook her dinner,
    leave some of your poetry lying about, (a few mushy ones)
    with pens and a dictionary, kinda unorganized visually.
    you're on.......
    this is just my opinion i could be wrong.....
    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
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    well... i have a history of writing poems and girls always wonder who they're about. i think in some strange way the girls that actually know me know the kind of person i am. so they're kinda drawn to it. and they're always wondering who it's about.

    i have a feeling she was probably talking to some dude... but he actually blew her off. and now she's feeling kinda guilty. and with the poem and all she's kinda getting drawn to it in a weird way. i don't know... that's my guess. i have no idea either.


    yeah dude, i follow ya.
    perhaps she was talkin to some dude who then blew her off.
    hopefully everything will turn out for you both the way it is best.
    and hopefully nobody gets hurt over it all.

    i've written a poem or two for the ladies. (imagine that ;) )
    however, these days i'm toast.
    this writing bit, she engulfs my world.
    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
  • deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    chadwick wrote:
    nice poem.
    you do write well.
    some i dig alot, others i don't follow.
    either way, you do really good.

    btw, call this chic up.
    invite her over for dinner or somethin.
    dude, cook her dinner,
    leave some of your poetry lying about, (a few mushy ones)
    with pens and a dictionary, kinda unorganized visually.
    you're on.......
    this is just my opinion i could be wrong.....
    thanks. that's actually a great idea. instead of having my playstation and games lying around... i could have something she'll probably dig.
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    deadnothingbetter wrote:
    thanks. that's actually a great idea. instead of having my playstation and games lying around... i could have something she'll probably dig.

    throw them damn games in the closet, vacum up the place.
    PJ in the speakers, poetry dude supplies lying about, you cookin her dinner.
    i can't see how that could go wrong.

    speakin of cookin, my food is done..
    be well dude..
    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
  • deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
    chadwick wrote:
    throw them damn games in the closet, vacum up the place.
    PJ in the speakers, poetry dude supplies lying about, you cookin her dinner.
    i can't see how that could go wrong.

    speakin of cookin, my food is done..
    be well dude..
    well, it was as i expected. she met some dude... sometime even after she met me.

    i wouldn't bother about the dinner anymore. but thanks man... i'll take your advice with some other hottie :)
    This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
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