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octopiesoup
tabby anne
United States, sc, hartsville

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Scrap metal

With a pen lacking heart and a paper short of lines, I sketch your words in images over and over again
Just like the tiles on my bathroom floor I memorize the patterns and wonder why there are spaces inbetween some and others are perfectly aligned.

There are words I have to breathe to myself daily and I can't decide if it's worth it
because I can't hear them when it matters.
I can never bring through the meaning.
You can't please everyone, you can't please everyone,
but I want to
and I need to
and I strive to be the perfection you see me as.
With chapped lips you kiss my flawed heart and I know you mean it;
I know you mean it.

A spider wove a story through its home
and you killed it before I caught the meaning.
This is not a storybook and there is no ending but there is happily and ever.

My bones are wearing as thin as your patience and I'm shattering under your pressure
but if you need me I will be here, pieces or no pieces;
backbone or no backbone.
I am your lapdog, call me to place.

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Dakota Comment by: Dakota - 2008-02-08 09:46
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It is hard imagine to you as a lap dog - but you refer to this relationship dynamic in a couple of your poems - so I figure you just get in the head of it and empathise, like a good actor. Also I guess it's the feeling or emotion of a time. You really express it and bring it to life for me. Yes, the urgency is really apparent here - and a wonderful surreal filter is applied over life.
You manage to write really upbeat work and really dark stuff too - which is refreshing.

'A spider wove a story through its home
and you killed it before I caught the meaning.'

It's unfair to talk about stand out lines - but the one above got to me.

Your poetry, Aprilmayed and Missymegs really inspires me.
I have saved some of their poems in my library (and some truly great stories in my library by other writers too). It's such a great site this, I'm so glad my Belgian writing friend turned me on to it.
octopiesoup Comment by: octopiesoup - 2007-11-13 08:37
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Thank you both!
aprilmayed Comment by: aprilmayed - 2007-11-12 10:40
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I could really hear an urgency in your words. Great effect.
DaveyBoyGreen Comment by: DaveyBoyGreen - 2007-11-12 04:29
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I think this is a well written piece.
It is great free form - the images strong enough and the sentiment true. If the space between in AND between is intended, it is possibly genius.
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