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It's called a hang up
Click
Tone…Tone…Tone

Persistence is such a futile thing
But I have all this energy to spare
I'm exhausted
It's not like you can tell

'We're sorry your call cannot be completed
As dialed, please hang up and try
Again'

You are immersed in stringing your wires
The ones you leave me out on
when you want me to dry
Call Waiting and waiting and waiting

'Please hang up
And try again
We're sorry your call cannot be completed'

You're busy
On the other line
I have poor reception
But I keep dialing the numbers

It's called a hang up
Click
Tone…Tone…Tone
i'm blank


i don't know
      what i'm thinking
if i'm thinking at all
             but i think (if i'm thinking)
  i missed something
along the way
     received wrong directions
to you, or
            you're moving further away
from me
                       and i'm so confused
i remember the butterflies you gave me                                          
well, you were the reason they fluttered                                          
deep in my stomach, then migrated                        
to the depths of my heart                        
butterflies are small                                                            ­                    
flighty creatures                                                        ­                            
but they're                                                          ­                              
delicate and fragile                                                                  ­               
easily crushed
in the palm of your hand
how long                                                             ­   
will the butterflies                                                      ­          
inhabiting my heart                                                            ­    
live?                                                       ­       
before their thin,
delicately patterned
wings are crushed
into flightlessness
five poems in the one poem, if that makes sense
A cough in the reeds
Reminds me that I am
Ever and never
Alone
Although
Alone
Is what I
Am
When I cannot
See my adversaries
and
When I cannot
Touch my lover
or
Breathe
my love
Double entendre...the irony lost on all but 2
Walking to write

To right the wrongs

Aching to be free from the
Mistakes
So many somebodies made

The moisture in the air
Ready to pop
To rain it's gentle wrath
As your reign over me
Explodes
Tightening its
Invisible grip
Of the
Doing of nothing

Writing to walk

To walk away
 Jul 2013 Christine Eglantine
JAM
You could learn a lot from me,
matter of fact you could learn a lot from everybody

That's why I don't take peoples advice or opinions for granted,
I just chop em' up like onions and throw em' in my salad.

I use my own recipe to make the best of me

So with that said, I'll forever remain a student,
even though I'm sometimes truant,

Even though I'm sometimes tardy ***' I stayed up too late after last nights party,
but I maintain an average A,
all night and all through the day.
Take it as advice. Inspect it, dissect it,
or come up with your own recipe and perfect it ...

-J.A.M
 Jul 2013 Christine Eglantine
JAM
I've tried to put it down, but it seems this pen is glued to my hand,
No pulse, no heartbeat, similar to the Tin-Man, but I do my best to look alive when I can
At the end of each day I'm still tryin' to figure out who I am,
All this contemplation leads to a lot of frustration and I become a frustrated man

How much can one loss cost when there's no ocean to drown in or swim across? For now, I'll forget about it and just drown in my thoughts

Joseph, Joe, Jo-ey,
or how about just Mr. lone-ly
Call me what you want, but
you'll never really know-me

I'm on an over populated planet,
yet I still feel alone with no home and I can't stand it
Why am I always so cold, tough, bold , maybe you can help me understand my role

It's like amnesia in my brain, still tryin' to write and read my own name after losing my favorite game
So for now just call me anonymous, cause I kept fallin' after I thought I hit bottom so I guess I'm just bottomless,
None the less I must confess, I cheated death, while gambling with my life as I was penniless

Truth be told, I sold my soul and I'm growing old,
So I remain standing alone in the pouring rain, hoping one day it will wash away all my sin stains

Of course I strayed the course and I'm all sorts of original, this world is elliptical,
I'd rather be a corpse than be typical...

-J.A.M
 Jul 2013 Christine Eglantine
JAM
I'm beggin', begging... really really beggin' you... not to test me
My words are infectious and I have so many tricks up my sleeve

So many different techniques to make you fold
Tired of the possibilities you hang in front of me... ****'s gettin' old

And I'm sure, Oh I'm so sure you thought you had the lead,
but when you looked up all you saw was the back of me

Just watch how well I don't give a ****

What? You need an example, well here's a sample, nah better yet... a handful

I kissed you, you kissed me, I left you, you chased me
Trust, it's not how I wanted it to be
But I can't be locked in a box just cause you get lonely

People need air, people need their own time even when there's none to spare

An affectionate perfectionist, checking me in with a check list
It could only go on for so long before I would start to not give a ****

So now you wanna threaten me about tellin' people how you got the best of me
Keep it... You got the best of 5%, you never even saw the rest of me

The slander and random banter is really startin' to **** me off though

The last thing you want is to ***** with me, trust me your not ready
Embarrassment you'll bare if I open my mouth has no remedy


So... I'm beggin', begging... really really beggin' you... not to test me

-J.A.M
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