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I wish the words would come That I could “ring them out like the rain” Even this one though Doesn’t end for me Degraded to online prompts With the delusional last-hope That these words Will bring mine some solace Three prompts shallow The charmed one stares bashfully back at me “Write about something or someone you lost” I used to write about sunshine Tattooed into your wrist My eyes incapable of reading past; The other prompts fall backward Blank and dull--nothing changed The page blurred I know that those are the only words I feel Even these words though And the feelings they evoke Are empty Nothing holds anything No laughter in your throat I see your pictures I want to dig it out From the cave of your mouth Frantic; I need to find your smile The words spoken only to me I miss you My spirit hinges between yesterday and tomorrow The present isolated—anything but lived With that thought You feel even more wasted ‘Wasted’ Prompts the image: Me slapping myself Popping the unspoken word from out of my mouth Wasted Black letters laying on the floor in a white wall room Staring back at me Erase this stanza Grow back my charisma Where did I lose my empathy Replaced with sick sympathy How could I say this about you Worse even, Is my silence After hearing from cold lips “what a shame” The lose breath hangs The words replaced with brief and noncommittal reflection Followed by the shake of a faceless head Before turning back to its newspaper The word Shame Stabs slowly Only because you did make all of your choices You did leave us Still, I keep my eyes from casting to the ground I am not left someplace dingy There is no soot covering where my cheeks should be rosey You are not shame The words do not come They sit muddied and sopping A rag dismissed to the few-days-grayed sidewalk Rain falls and attempts to take in space where there is none Even a sponge becomes too full I miss you
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Prompt: Write about anything but Her
I wish the words would come That I could “ring them out like the rain” Even this one though Doesn’t end for me Degraded to online prompts With the delusional last-hope That these words Will bring mine some solace Three prompts shallow The charmed one stares bashfully back at me “Write about something or someone you lost” I used to write about sunshine Tattooed into your wrist My eyes incapable of reading past; The other prompts fall backward Blank and dull--nothing changed The page blurred I know that those are the only words I feel Even these words though And the feelings they evoke Are empty Nothing holds anything No laughter in your throat I see your pictures I want to dig it out From the cave of your mouth Frantic; I need to find your smile The words spoken only to me I miss you My spirit hinges between yesterday and tomorrow The present isolated—anything but lived With that thought You feel even more wasted ‘Wasted’ Prompts the image: Me slapping myself Popping the unspoken word from out of my mouth Wasted Black letters laying on the floor in a white wall room Staring back at me Erase this stanza Grow back my charisma Where did I lose my empathy Replaced with sick sympathy How could I say this about you Worse even, Is my silence After hearing from cold lips “what a shame” The lose breath hangs The words replaced with brief and noncommittal reflection Followed by the shake of a faceless head Before turning back to its newspaper The word Shame Stabs slowly Only because you did make all of your choices You did leave us Still, I keep my eyes from casting to the ground I am not left someplace dingy There is no soot covering where my cheeks should be rosey You are not shame The words do not come They sit muddied and sopping A rag dismissed to the few-days-grayed sidewalk Rain falls and attempts to take in space where there is none Even a sponge becomes too full I miss you
#words#loss#reflection#grief#entrapment
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
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