rebecca

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i, in effect
have become noteworthy
for being worth nothing
for calling my own bluff
pushing my cannon uphill
took so long
that the war was over when i reached the top
for pricking my finger
on cactus after cactus
and never learning any better
writing, directing, and starring in
my own b-movie thriller
about my thrilling nonexistence
on a couch, in a cold room
and part of me will miss you forever
and part of me is very concerned
with me
my well-being
my stability
i have lost everything good in my life
and a lot of it unfairly
and thanks for smashing the only lightbulb left

white arrows
prove there is still love
from my end
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i, in effect
    have become noteworthy
    for being worth nothing
    for calling my own bluff
    pushing my cannon uphill
    took so long
    that the war was over when i reached the top
    for pricking my finger
    on cactus after cactus
    and never learning any better
    writing, directing, and starring in
    my own b-movie thriller
    about my thrilling nonexistence
    on a couch, in a cold room
    and part of me will miss you forever
    and part of me is very concerned
    with me
    my well-being
    my stability
    i have lost everything good in my life
    and a lot of it unfairly
    and thanks for smashing the only lightbulb left

    white arrows
    prove there is still love
    from my end

    well done..
    i know the feeling
    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
  • Thanks brotha. This year is just terrible.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Thanks brotha. This year is just terrible.

    and sometimes years..
    time the fading into the gray we all do fall
    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
  • fanch75fanch75 Posts: 3,734
    http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/70-difficult-breakups/

    "Stuff White People Like"

    #70 Difficult Breakups
    February 18, 2008 by clander

    Prior to engaging in divorce, most white people train for it by engaging in a series of long term relationships that end very poorly. At some point, you will likely encounter a white person who is in the middle of a difficult breakup with a boyfriend or girlfriend.

    The suffering of heartbreak is universal, but it is important to be aware that white people thrive during these trying times. If you play your cards right, you can parlay these moments into future favors and valuable trust.

    The majority of white person art is created after a difficult breakup; films, indie music, and poetry are all kicked into high production during the end of a relationship. This helps train white people to prepare for the pain that is coming.

    Once breakup proceedings have been initiated, a white person is immediately thrust into the center of attention in their circle of friends. During this time, they are permitted to talk at great lengths about themselves, listen to The Smiths, and get free dinners from friends who think “they shouldn’t be alone right now.”

    It is imperative that you do not attempt to kick them out of their misery by saying things like “get over it,” “there are other people out there,” or “I don’t want to read your poem.” Implying that there things in the world more important to you than their breakup is considered one of the rudest actions possible.

    If you are lucky enough to speak a second language, the best thing you can do for a white person in this situation is to give them an expression in that language that relates to breaking up. This will make them feel better since they are comforted by the gesture and happy to be learning a new sentence that they can reuse to with their friends.
    Do you remember Rock & Roll Radio?
  • westsidepiewestsidepie Posts: 627
    Nice poem. Loss is always hard.

    Here is someone else whose suffering at the hands of a Rebecca. I hope it brings a little smile to your face (It's posted with the intention of shining a little light into the darkness).

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5sR7VaiWqk
    To pie I will reply
    But mr. justam
    is who I am

    "That's a repulsive combination of horrible information and bad breath."-Pickles

    "Remember, death is a natural part of the workplace. So, when you see a dead body at work, don't freak out, just ring your death bell." "ting"-Toki Wartooth
  • You guys are a fine bunch. Thanks for everything.
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    I really like it. And boy do I know the feeling.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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