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Neglected.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
To be the man at your loving side, these visions, mine.
Always reaching inward giving you love, my flowing energy.
How much of my everything must I lay before you?
While at your self-absorbing feast I beg for table scraps.
Always a constant hunger fills my overly bloated stomach.
Why must you hold me at a distance.
No, you do not even hold me, I am so cold and hungry.
I am lonely in my vacant life.
Yet I am doing my part and more, loving you brightly.
Twist my heart with your cold shadow.
Or is it me that is painfully twisting myself?
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
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Oh chadwick, who would neglect you? ;):)
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    @justam..you'd be surprised..but thank you
    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
  • PerceptualPerceptual Posts: 200
    Oh Chadwick... words from the heart. I can relate... sort of. I'm a bit oblivious when it comes to love.
    "this one, anytime I say love if you wanna say love, uh, say it, and if you say it you might as well say it loud, and if you don't feel like sayin' it, don't say it, but if you feel it, certainly say it..."

    NOTE: Everything I write in the P,P&M section are intended to be songs, not poetry.
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    It hurts to be neglected
    but the spotlight blind your eyes

    be careful with what you wish for.

    I've been neglected by someone for about 8 months straight... so I guess I can relate.
    Why do people do this anyways? :o
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    why some people do this to someones who they say they care for or love..
    Jamal i have no clue what the answer is..perhaps selfishness..
    self-absorbing with lack of others feelings i guess..and the 8 months you mentioned sure seemed like forever im sure..i been there alot to dude..
    perhaps i am blinded by the light of whatever it is they throw in our eyes..
    or even maybe im just stupid or week and craving some need to be filled,
    desperate even..almost begging for any kind of affection from them..even if it is her scraps @ her convenience..which seems to be a fact that follows me..
    i know who the better person is tho and i know who has a bigger fuckin heart..
    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
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Very true, my friend
    The bigger the heart, the more it has to endure
    especially in the strange world of love and hate

    I do believe sometimes it is a fear
    fear grows in everyone of us, and we cannot stop it
    neither can we ignore it
    But we can notice our fears and at least try to surpass them
    The selfishness of those who bow to their fears and by doing so, hurt others is well ... of doubtable grandeur.

    It's just a shame that those same people cannot stand being ignored for even five minutes.

    Oh well, Thou Shalt Not Judge, I guess ... :p

    PS thx 4 the PM
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    yes Jamal i agree totaly..well put @ the bigger the heart the more it has to endure especially in the strange world of love/hate..and bowing to their fears and stuff..thanks..
    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
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