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smithereens.

in my mind i'm still studying stones... sitting beside her, ignoring the words but basking in the sound of her voice.
and now i'm kicking tin cans in the empty parking lot of my head.

i keep trying to retrace my steps... backtrack. to see where it all went wrong... what exactly started this collosal explosion in my brain?

and i see now that i never had a chance...
and i see now that i never should have bothered...
and i see now that i never will succeed in the way i want to.

it's already over.
smithereens.

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On Friday January 21st, 2005, AniDayz (1281) writes:

ohhh...i simply have no words to say..you've stunned me into speechless-ness and complete awe...your works are light in my tunnel...i'm throughly a*maze///*ed

On Wednesday December 8th, 2004, BeautifulCalamity (586) writes:

"ignoring the words but basking in the sound of her voice.". . .damn this is a really great piece. this emptiness is very familiar, detached in a way. nicely done

On Tuesday November 16th, 2004, TropicalSnowstorm (698) writes:

Lovely piece!!! I like the notion of kicking cans in the "empty parking lot of my head." Love your style so much. Ciao, T/S

On Sunday November 14th, 2004, Evil (542) writes:

i think this kind of kicked me in the face... more rather crushed my skull with a baseball bat. it's when you go back and think things over. when you decide you're life is nothing.deceased.

On Sunday November 14th, 2004, Revolting Theatre (37) writes:

very well written - loved the freedom of the poem contrasting the structure of your character..."now I'm kicking tin cans in the empty parking lot of my head" ...very nice - josh

On Friday November 5th, 2004, FindAgentX (20) writes:

thanks so much you guys...short poems like this always seem to make me feel so damn insecure.

On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Lynaes (1129) writes:

I think this is a beautiful expression of how being infatuated with a person consumes you completely. Your world is inside yourself, in your head.. then you lose it and it's a serious case of "where the fuck am I?" Very impressive work, for sure.

On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Lynaes (1129) writes:

"sitting beside her, ignoring the words but basking in the sound of her voice." ..in love with the idea of it, rather than what it all means.. what entails, what it consists of..

On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Lynaes (1129) writes:

So easy to fall in love with the beauty, the shinyness of the Rolex watch.. you're too taken with it to realise it's a rip off, or doesn't work, doesn't fit etc... awesome work

On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Twilight (2102) writes:

this one has got me thinking. something is blocking a direct comment. a few words that say how i feel...all i find myself thinking is how incredibly well you described this. impressive.

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