Note: Miriam and I were doing email poetry back a while ago (and yes I said "email" not "emo") and we came up with this really good one that always gets stuck in my head. The first I'd say half is alternating every few lines between me and miriam and after that miriam kind of runs away with it so that's all her. she had a vision so she grabbed it. Though it may have been slightly explicite for a seventh grader (And I was an eight grader.) Anyways, just thought of this today and I realized it would be good to blog though it is kind of old. I named it "unborn forgotten thought" because that's what I think of when I think of this poem. In reality, however, it is unnamed. Punctuation, however messed up, I am keeping the same.
Miriam: if you want me to distinguish btwn me and you I can. Right now, i'm leaving it.
a sunflower high in the twilight sky,
like a moon shined flower whispering
a scared sensation, a flavored creation
Her sparkling eyes, a decision blistering
the meanest desperation
of living and not
killing innovation
the unborn forgotten thought
sweeter for the fantasies
transcending taste of sugar
living only in the dreams
the deadliest roar of a cougar
realization never ceases
fascination never lies
preoccupation creates wonders
thoughts of oceans in tiger's eyes
wonder why i never tried
wondered why the birds can fly
wondered why the fire burned
wondered how the world turned
wondered till i was nearly dead
then finally realized i'd lost my head
but looking back can never change what's happened
and looking forward only creates false hope
the only thing to do is wallow in your misery
this way you'll just have to cope
believing in yourself? Yeah right.
complete optimism? please.
she never could understand the difference between
receiving and taking, creating and making
playing the hard ball game
just wasn't the same
once it was all revealed
once it came out to light
the spontaneous combustion of decomposing leaves
has only left the faintest trace
of what came before
and everything that came after
was just a helpless wail of misery,
the cry to the stars above and dirt below
she wanted to spit on those leaves
the past so retched in her memory
the screaming sensation was the purest
elation of all the things that went, well, wrong
and the tired realization that she had guessed
it's not all right, I'm not all right
and the fact that she had kept hidden all these long years
was now just a distant flower in the past that was hope
that had been home
that had been real
something tangible to look forward to at the end of the day
but whats gone is dead
a crust of pizza slammed into the trash
sent off to the dump
with the crushed cars and dreams
he looked at her, dark eyes
laughing at life for living
speeding along at 90
going to spend an evening with the gals 'n' guys
the times were great
laughing joking, drinking
never a dull moment
never a tear to shed
the dark and the speed
a night like tonight
he never looked so good
she sighed
never smelled so nice
flared her nostrils and breathed
was never more appealing
than on that night.
they pulled over to the side of the old country road
and he took the lead
the pain was slight
but she'd do anything
for him.
once they got to the hang out
she hardly touched the sweet beer
her lips were only for him
her hands though his dark hair
only wanting him.
later that night or was it morning?
speeding along faster than before
didnt see the other car
coming from the other direction
just a scream
then thrown back and then forward
shattered glass in her hair she got up
and the out
of the car and walked around back
to the other side and opened his door
and he tumbled out halfway
"get up" she whispered and then turned to shout
she's leaning her head against the hard cold glass pane
she straightens then trudges over to the half open
bedroom door
and her gaze follows the widening band of light
that shines over the sleeping little boys dark hair
she stares softly at him,
raising him singly in her care.
"Good Night,
sleep tight,
I love you for ever and always."
she whispers.
Good God how I love him
she thinks
and then
"Good night."
3 comments:
ok, i think for at least part of it, its really obvious who wrote what. and then i lost it (mainly because i had to go turn a movie on for my cousin in the middle and lost my concentration). i liked the first half more though. its really long. unusually long. but it looks like fun. do you guys ever do this kind of stuff more recently?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I am the second half!
Mimi, you don't need to label it, I honestly don't care. It'll be fun to make people guess. Nap time.
ya, i thought something along those lines. mg, your laugh is scary. i was just watching sa anime and reading your laugh, takishima-san's creepy scary laugh popped into my head. *shivers*
so basically, what i saw in my head when i read this was you laughing like a maniac (not maniacly, though) and then dropping. you need help. or at least a break. good thing you get one soon. ^^
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