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Things Forgot

compatibility be damned
Cause I don't smoke,
as many cigarettes when I'm with you
I whistle softly to my bird in winter's sorrow
play,
ply
with dusty snow,
mixed brown with the dirt
a million years old
left over from last years fall.

And it's a new year comming up,
and the quiet whispers are still there
leaving me torn
between dirty ripped up tshirts and a tie
so I wear both
for now...

some undecided fate
like wondering if going back to bed at noon,
is justified
for misery.

ripples in my coffee as I pour my last few drops of milk,
helping me swallow the drugs
of a life less lived

and the wind blew softly, over the once treaden ice
that grows so slowly
on the lake
but we stand among the christmas trees and I can see
the forest
as I follow in the footsteps of a bear
wandering away
for her last meal
of beech nuts

so I light a cigarett
and hope
just a bit more

stick your finger in the pitcher plant a kiss a pretty redhead,
do a cartwheel in the snow, sleep among the tulip beds,
stick your toes within the creek
dream a dram of wine

I stand, smoking my pipe
looking over the mountains
with a heavy heart I wonder
what it'd be to bury myself within the peaks
scrunch down low
and feel the snow
in the earth
like going back to the original womb.

well fuck that

i'm standing here now,
and I whoop and holler to the clouds
the gods and all else in between
jumping full out
cause you ain't never gonna fall,
from these mountains.

or, from grace

So I piss in the snow
feel the wind blow
open up my jacket and run
off the goddamn trail
getting lost within this world of white and brown
and losing so much more

exhaustion makes a man forget
to think of things forgot.







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  • yassmin
    June 16, 2007

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    ohhh liked these lines a lot
    exhaustion makes a man forget
    to think of things forgot.

    great write esp z part of smoking better quit for yr health and good memories are never forgotton though how much we try

  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    December 19, 2006

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    Just very thought provoking work...

    Indeed so intriguing write revealing the thirst of the soul over their in the great universe holding the place of the self time and time again..It is just a beautiful and so heartfelt write with so much depth as well..The beauty of this write lies in its concept which is dealing so beautiful and significant interpretations and connections with this great nature brining up the feel of the humans...A great write...
  • Alexis-Rueal
    December 19, 2006

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    I enjoyed this poem... you have the picture of a person with an F* it attitude down perfectly. I can see some due in a ratty robe with three day's growth saying all of this...

    some undecided fate
    like wondering if going back to bed at noon,
    is justified
    for misery.

    I would say that this is my favorite stanza.... kinda solidified the picture for me...

    Well done.

  • SoS
    December 19, 2006

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    Hmm. Good stuff. A bit hard to follow, but overall I really liked it. Besides a few spelling errors, I think this poem flowed quite nicley. Until the reader is stoped because of a spelling error. =)

  • honey bear
    December 19, 2006

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    very good

    very good write and not so random rambling as first glance makes you think, a very deep and thought filled write that gets a second read. thank you for sharing this rather deep write with us , the last two lines where my fave,but i did enjoy the whole poem even with the strange word treaden in

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  • ArmorXForXSleep
    December 18, 2006
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    beatiful

  • ian sawicki
    December 18, 2006

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    a good poetic piece here which you have penned, very enjoyable, the flow is really good. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
  • eastbrook
    December 18, 2006

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    this is really some good stuff. I like the beginning a lot. It's just random thoughts or so. Really good stuff.

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  • EarthToJim
    December 17, 2006
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    hmmm...

    I don't think you'll find "treaden" to be an English word. "Trodden" seems to be the closest fit:

    tread: trod, trod·den, tread·ing

    didn't care for the profanity either, but that's probably just me.

  • Georgette
    December 17, 2006

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    First of all, errors:

    Stanza two: comming should be coming
    Stanza five: treaden should be trodden
    Stanza six: cigarett should be cigarette

    Now, those aside, I think this was simply brilliant. The attitude and weariness throughout was expressed superbly. I'm in love with this. I think I'll be coming back to read it again and again. x

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