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Your soft, little hand

Meine liebeMeine liebe Posts: 203
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Toughening time
Calloused skin
The lucidity of it all
It sickens me

We fall so fast
But oh so soft
And no one knows
Until they land

Its so cloudy
Sleepy town
High rises surrounding
Lonely and free

Souls never harden
Just the layers around
On my rough skin
Your soft little hand
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

Mitch Hedberg
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    When I saw this title, I thought of the smallest baby hand...they are so soft and it's delightful when they wrap all their tiny fingers around one adult finger. :)
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  • Meine liebeMeine liebe Posts: 203
    thats def. true

    thank you for a new angle on it. when i wrote it the soft little hand was not a baby's hand, but that did put a new shine on it when i read it again.

    like when it says "souls never harden, just the layers around" it could be about someone in the process or growing into an adult and raising a child thinking about how hard they have become but that little hand on theirs just cuts right thru into their soul. that is something they will always have a soft spot for no matter what.

    sorry for the novel. cliffs notes version: thanks
    I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

    Mitch Hedberg
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like your novels. :)
    (You're welcome.)
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  • twin2twin2 Posts: 894
    That was cool. I enjoyed reading it.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Meine leibe wrote:
    thats def. true

    thank you for a new angle on it. when i wrote it the soft little hand was not a baby's hand, but that did put a new shine on it when i read it again.

    like when it says "souls never harden, just the layers around" it could be about someone in the process or growing into an adult and raising a child thinking about how hard they have become but that little hand on theirs just cuts right thru into their soul. that is something they will always have a soft spot for no matter what.

    sorry for the novel. cliffs notes version: thanks

    :) When I read that particular line, "souls never harden, just the layers around", it made me think that inside each of us, is that soft part and no matter how many layers encase it, there's always hope that those layers can be chiseled away, by a soft hand, perchance. :)

    A very lovely poem, IMO. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    This is very beautiful... :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
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    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
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