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Hairbrush

Contributed by Rae on Friday, 2nd September 2005 @ 07:54:41 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



there were two beds in my grandma's bedroom.
whenever i go home for lunch,
i would lie down on her bed
and stare at the ceiling.
the screen in the window tried to sift
the high noon sunlight.
the heat of the day would rise
from the concrete roads
and bounce off the cool cement walls.
i raised my skirt to my thighs.
i didn't care for one o'clock.
a walk back to school would only take ten minutes.
i tuned in to my favorite station.
the last on the dial.
my eyes were still glued to the ceiling
when i heard this sad moan.
it was a sweet cry for something.
i wasn't quite sure exactly what it was.
the singer seemed to mumble his words...
it was dreamy as the bass guitar
starts to catch up on this announcement
and attempt to drown the singer's voice.
as he chants, i counted the breaths we made.
the antique cabinet would shake.
the brightness of the day made the dust visible,
leading a stairway to the sun.
i may have forgotten to kick off my shoes.
**** *** ********* ** * ****** ******.
the pictures of saints
produced fear instead of guilt.
their faces wicked with every sensuality.
perhaps the singer was sinning.
or jinxing my virginity.
the forty year old man turned out to be a twenty something fella.
luring me to the couch
and yet leaving me in the distance.
caused own problems.
tardiness and whatnot.


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- Rae'05. 090205. Friday. 7:02PM.




Copyright © Rae ... [ 2005-09-02 19:54:41]
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Re: Hairbrush (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 05:48:15 PM AEST
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Rae this is beautiful dispite the mod squad,

u r a true artisist in every scence, no

perversion here simply expressing one's

inner most thoughts and emotions, hope

they never go 2 a catholic church, my god

they'd burn it down what with all it's dirty

pictures, i know i had 2 sit through it all as a

little boy, hum, where were they then? . . .

thank god i'm an athiest . . .

Beautiful writting Rae none the less . . .

Ben (((((Rae)))))


Re: Hairbrush (User Rating: 1 )
by NoangelNohope on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 06:46:50 PM AEST
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i can only express my amazment and congrats with this poem by calling it "Gorgeous and Divine"




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