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Mouthing the Words to the new Ideals

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-10-17 09:24

Got the rock right
the spill of the brilliant light
behind the foggy mist
the curtians bring
like dreams and memories
through summers screens
like heaviness and Love
swallowed up in hate
and Lust

smitten
she feels bitten
the fever rushed
an immortal touch
she reachs
out her hands
her toes curled
up
her ankles turned
inward
her feelings awkward
why he makes her
feel like this
the room is spinning
like the chamber
shinning like
the words
she chokes
"I hate U..I luv u"
but she never texts
holds it all in check
her nails on its metal
the beauty

loves its nose on her
temple
her chest
between her breasts
Revlon Tears
Tiger Beat
the worlds a drive
by
callouse and old

whom does he think
he is
she sees him leaning
talking
a blushing new girl
she doesnt know
she'll hurt too
like a burn
and she rocks
the music
playing
mouthing words
and getting
braver
slipping deeper
feeling the madness
work

....

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

Comments

Seren

Wed, 2023-01-11 13:25

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I know you can never read this.

Seven years later I find this absolute cracker of a poem not one comment not one. I am astonished..

Steven will always be one of the best poets this site has ever produced. He was genius.

I honour you tonight.

I won't comment on form etc he can never edit but we can honour his memory by reading and rereading his work.

With love across the heavens I salute you old friend. And I miss you. Vale.

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Candlewitch

Wed, 2023-01-11 15:11

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wasn't he a (Stephen?) I looked at the date of composition, I was having health and medical/surgical issues at that time, and not much on the computer.

You are right, he was a genius...a damn fine person, too!

*hugs, Cat

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Seren

Fri, 2023-01-13 13:29

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He was Stephen, my ex-husbands name was Steven, I was always writing the wrong spelling, in the end it became a running joke between the two of us, one day I messaged him and apologised it was just habit and quick fingers.

He was incredibly talented and humble. There are so many gone now and it makes my heart hurt.

Love & big hugs J xx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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