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rosysophia
Rosa Sophia
United States, PA, Telford

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Tomorrow

let's stumble, crawl, perspire in a new day where
life's a little bit easier, where I'm just a little less alone
I want you to want me, not need me, don't say
'can't live without you'
or I'll cringe and stutter and
pass out beneath the florescence
above me
blinded into submission by the droves of soldier cans and boxes
stacked and ready to fall

I see your silhouette near the pile of firewood out front
and watch the cigarette smoke flutter from between your lips
I feel my legs begin to shake
as the pressure of your gaze settles upon me like
a box of many things all collected together
all thrown into one
for me to carry as the nighttime mule
that brays and cries for release

there's something wrong when the only pleasure is found
at the depths of a bottle and
there's something amiss when staring into the future
is like staring into a clogged toilet in a public restroom

I can't shake the reflections of dreams that pop, shudder
and tremble inside my mind, behind the eyelids that cover
the blue marbles inside my skull
and I can't reject the sudden feeling of relief, the sudden
appearance of comfort whenever you're near
your smooth, easy voice resonating through my ears
in perfect syncopated dissonance

I cannot listen
yet I cannot force myself to close you out
to send you away from the little fantasy inside my synapses
and I mutter to myself,
'come on, baby, come on, read my mind'
but life is never so simple
and things are never so easy as to be transmitted through
wavelengths unknown to physical science

I'll have to settle with dreaming
and hoping that one day, as I mutter of misunderstandings
and pure uncomfortable unhappiness
you will step up behind me and put your arms around my waist
and I will say,
'what are you doing?'
and you will respond with a kiss

at which point, things will become a little bit simpler
and we'll have stumbled and crawled into a new day
and we'll lie there, moving, perspiring
whispering and moaning
and forgetting ourselves
wrapped up in the absolute harmony
of euphoric bliss.

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Dakota Comment by: Dakota - 2007-12-02 08:20
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I've read short stories of 5,000 wors that said less...
I felt bombed and challenged - standing there reading your mind...
'for me to carry as the nighttime mule', is one of so many insightful lines...
'eyelids that cover the blue marbles inside my skull', I just like that for the view it made inside my head...
An ode to empathy and to being more open and honest... So many raw nerves exposed and mined here. Makes me want to be a better man. Makes me want to write. Thanks.
Oh, and the sinus thing - just give up the dairy...x
esthermorey Comment by: esthermorey - 2007-11-04 07:53
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Very nice. Very good read. Very beautiful imagery.
uqbahTC1 Comment by: uqbahTC1 - 2007-06-27 22:06
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Truly amazing. Strong words, I can't say nothing but nice write
spilth Comment by: spilth - 2007-05-22 10:13
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It made me want to love you....ok, I hear my fiance saying that I would be misunderstood (in my head)...I was drawn in...comfortable with you...is a partner the only place to find that bliss? something must be amiss...mine has been across the ocean for a year...but we climb our rope, while playing in the dirt....we climb while we're buried, I suppose...making dirt castles. and having mud fights till we laugh...but we are not amused...only confused...sorry this is such crap...
themadhatter43 Comment by: themadhatter43 - 2007-05-21 12:50
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STUNNING WRITING. WONDERFUL FLOW OF WORDS THAT REALLY SEEP INTO THE READER'S MIND. THE IMAGES ARE VERY VERY STRONG INDEED. AND THE RHTHYM IS VERY POWERFUL. A LOVED THIS PIECE OF WRITING. WONDERFUL STUFF.
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