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To Be Destroyed

NastNast Posts: 127
edited May 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She stopped in to see me today at my job! I never even knew she was in town so I was somewhat stunned... she looks incredible... each time I see her she gets prettier and prettier. I couldn't tell her that however as her brother was with her. So I complimented her on her hair...
She told me to call her tonight! So...
Hmmmm.

It would be nice to hang out with her!
By now you're most likely wondering... who is this mystery young woman?
God she is so attractive, she's incredibly fun to party with, she speaks her mind... I discern she tears men into shreds with that smile, and pierces their bare hearts with the sparkles in her eyes...
But oh... to be destroyed by her...
The king of run on sentences...
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  • NastNast Posts: 127
    Something a little new for me...
    The king of run on sentences...
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    you have conveyed a feeling with which i can relate.. i am certain most of us (speaking for the men) have had our heart beats quickened by a lovely woman..

    was it the mention of your name,
    whispered by her breath,
    or was her breath the motive,
    her motion, so sweet..

    as mr springsteen sz..

    brunnettes are fine,
    blondes are fun,
    but when it comes to gettin a dirty job done,
    i'll take a red headed woman..

    a red headed woman..

    it takes a red headed woman,
    to get a dirty job done.

    (sorry bruce, i just had to say it!)
    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
  • pearlmuttpearlmutt Posts: 392
    I like it a lot.

    makes me think about Tori Amos and strange little girls.

    In an interview she once said of that album when answering some question like what if the guys who wrote those songs and performed them don't appreciate your intertpretation of them,

    screw em. . . I took those songs on spring break and had my way with them.

    (that's not a direct quote by any means, but I think it's the jist)
  • pearlmuttpearlmutt Posts: 392
    I should correct myself before someone else has to.

    On second thought I think she was talking about the people who liked the originals, what if those folks didn't like her interpretation.

    hmmmm. . . it's worth looking up, anybody else know that interview?



    I like your poems.
  • NastNast Posts: 127
    I called upon her that night,
    the night after she stopped by my place of work.
    We gabbed,
    Made small chat,
    and long...

    Shot to shot,
    until 12 shots too many...
    I passed out on my bedroom floor.

    Dreamt a girl had beaten me...
    To this state,
    as she was too much for me to handle.

    But then
    I knew she wasn't,
    When she awoke me with her call.
    The king of run on sentences...
  • NastNast Posts: 127
    And her concern.
    The king of run on sentences...
  • Anna_falkAnna_falk Posts: 114
    So will you get together with her or not ?
    Sounds like she is in to you and it's better to give it a try than to be afraid of getting hurt. ; )
    To worry about tomorrow doesn't make it easier,
    it only makes today worse.
  • NastNast Posts: 127
    She leaves today,
    But will be back in 12...

    I'm not afraid of getting hurt,
    Don't get me wrong,
    I know I most likely will...
    She's merely too pretty for her own good,
    And knows so.
    The king of run on sentences...
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    loved this part:

    I discern she tears men into shreds with that smile, and pierces their bare hearts with the sparkles in her eyes...
    But oh... to be destroyed by her...
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • NastNast Posts: 127
    Ya, me too! =) lol thanks for the compliment... I do think it made the entire poem complete... I rewrote that last part about 30 times before I felt I got it right...
    -nast
    The king of run on sentences...
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    she smiles for some known reason,
    her hair is black and red,
    she wears a scent of apple,
    her lips as moist as blood,
    and though she sighs at noontime,
    her eyelids lay awake,
    her heart is racing,
    your heart is gone,
    lest any thougt destroy my dream..

    she climbs aboard the tractor,
    i show her how to drive,
    we drive,
    oh yes...

    we drive..
    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
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