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Soft Speak; Hard Emotion (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

Weeks pass by Your not here Did the maid go with you? Because he isn't here either I confess My nervousness I expected this to not work out *nervous breathe* Was I right? I give you my hand I want to guide you To happiness I thought thats all you wanted I hesitantly take my hand away It got numb from your coldness You ask if I'm ok, "Why are you like this?" My temper rages; *yells, "You know why!"* I get up, to my feet Shock painted all over your face I whisper, "See you at home... Dear." She leaves with the maid. Do i give you my jacket So you can walk across the muddy water? No. Just ask the maid! He'll clean it up! And I hope you don't mind I fired the maid He didn't do his job He made this life harder! So leave with him I don't care (leave with him) I won't sit and stare (leave with him) I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*

horus8 4-Feb-04/3:09 PM
You look like a pig in a jam jar, cute. Sure, I'm jealous, but this type of 'creature' always goes to you first... But, will you be having her modeling johdpurs for the good fight down the road, or will you rather end up flashing her fleeing the stadium streaking and cackling out into the night? you've always been a giving poet, I remember that time when me and magical Max the hippie debeaner went out to the track that fateful summer of 62' To bet on your horse
"Horn'd Shoe" as per the instructions you had left for us on the napkin in "Stixcker's Pub" but Max, a chronic asthma victim, hacked up a loogie and accidentilly... used said napkin to catch said flung matter. So, what we thought said "Bet the Barn" said "I'm in the barn" If we'd only checked, we might have saved you from your unfortunate hay rolling incident that left you permanently sneezing, and found out that "horn'd shoe"... only had three legs, not to mention, that the jockey was no other than a horribly obese german ex chelo player from that band "the glue factory" alas, so much suffering could have been avoided, I'd still be a lad, and you'd still be... a dancer.




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