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Calamity
Contributed by
eleventoedsloth
on
Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 08:21:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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My lifeless body lay flat on the floor.
Stiff. But, I was breathing.
Lightly and gracefully,
my breaths were short and soft.
Stiff and gray.
They were colorless, as they left my parted lips.
Drained, I made mental excuses to not move at all.
And, I could feel your steps, as each vibration traveled through the wooden boards.
Kneeling now, with your kneecaps touching my face.
You leaned down, pulling your cheek close to my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
Voice was shaken, but concern was fake.
And this was how it always went.
You’d knock me out cold, and slam me into a wall,
then tend to my wounds, with band-aids, and heart-shaped vows.
Copyright ©
eleventoedsloth
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2006-01-25 20:21:56] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Calamity
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 08:26:36 PM AEST (User
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A good write. SLipSiX. |
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Re: Calamity
(User Rating: 1 ) by xxbreathlessx on
Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 09:36:51 PM AEST (User
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what i got from this was heartbreak actually....maybe i wrong i dont know..but if i am right then i really like it. but if im wrong...then you can correct me, good write though |
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Re: Calamity
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 09:44:42 PM AEST (User
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I always enjoy trying to figure what the writer intended. I like these that make one ask what is it all about. My take....abused by a love one is what this seems to be about....pm me I am curious to know where you were coming from. Peace, Laura |
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