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I'd like to say that johnlanguage inspired me to write this poem. I haven't written in a few months because I've kind of gone through a dry spell and reading his poem clicked something in my mind.
Anyway, this is dedicated to Nick (Needle).
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I miss you
Clinging like desperation to
words that have lost
their meaning eons ago.
A soul cannot be prepossessed in such ignorant trips
of the tongue, yet my heart belongs in them, but do they?
Confusion consumes my mind like
a cluttered desk of papers too important to
throw away.
Expression is futile in a language so
limited by my mind.
If I could speak the language of spirits
I would have companions in a world cherished for it's purity.
But we are no longer pure.
We have lost all our meaning like words
I miss you.
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I didnt know you write poetry! That was amazing. Sounds like you've been having a shitty time - dunno if you blogged about it and missed it but hope stuff gets better. Hang in there. |
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Do you guys live apart or did you break up? Thats what I meant when I said I didnt know what was up but to hang in there. |
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Ahh, we just live appart. He lives all the way in CT. You know Nick Ross, don't you? Tim's bro. :) |
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Oh Oh I didnt realize he doesnt live with you. I met him once. Back when I was in highschool. But didn't like, hang out with him and stuff. I knew thats who you were dating but never knew it was long-distance. |
