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I sat here and listened to Dashboard
On repeat
Repeat
Rewind
Yes I rewind our history
Only took a moment
It spilled onto a blank page
Made paper beautiful again
I love to be metaphoric
It's just that when you spoke
I felt so, so very
Euphoric
I can't recall everything
I'm not allowed to anymore
Yet, dear fucking light-at-the-end-of-my-tunnel
I felt your lips, your teeth and your
Hips
Again.. yes one more time
Why I can't sit through Michelle Branch
Or Foo Fighters...
...I won't even try
Can't even hear Acoustic
Without looking at the phone
So on those rainy nights
When we used to kiss under cloudy skies
I pretend outside doesn't exist
I make this where I sleep at night
Still shaky, scared to write again
I know what comes out when I do
So on those days when we
Made love.life.lust a game
I sit back an play some Dashboard...
...Can't help but remember you
I miss that you loved me when I wanted to die
I cry every fucking time Nirvana plays
EVERY TIME
I really miss the way I am
When I slip into the past
One day...
You won't see me for who I was
But neither of us want that
No one wants to forget
Who they fell in love with
And I know damn well this is pontless
I see everything and I think of you
You can'y know what it's like
When you wrote me
Love songs without a malody
All I heard was words and tears
Like I said.. I love to live metaphorically
Because then
No one can understand when you cry
And at the same time smile uncontrollably
I'm profound in simple ways
I'm simplistic in a complex mind
You know me though
I'm the boy who
The boy who...
The boy who...
The boy who...
You loved when he wanted to die
And stayed with when he thought he did.

Now when I write it's sunshine
Behind clouds
And rainbows
Covered with lust
Then there are times where
It just hurts too much to cry
So I smile and
I smile and
I smile, but
You don't see it because though
My mask is gone
I still turn away when
I remember the pretty girl
Who saved a wretch,
Carved a space for his heart
In a tree in the only
Place we were ever alone...
I hope to see you there again someday

When it doesn't hurt,
Doesn't hurt,
Doesn't hurt to say my name.



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On Wednesday June 18th, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (408) writes:
I. Love. Your. Style.


On Wednesday May 16th, 2007, capt_funguy (999) writes:
you've a spin ... you speak these words out the side of your mouth, or the back of your head ... they come around somehow and find their mark ... deciphering the words is somewhat optional since the way -


On Wednesday May 16th, 2007, capt_funguy (999) writes:
this whirls is a joy in itself ... dimensional- like old R.E.M. sorta ... not saying the meaning doesn't matter .. but you know that already ... of course it does ... excellent ... funguy


On Sunday January 28th, 2007, jack paper (212) writes:
i love the flow of this and i know the feeling too, seems like it should be set to music


On Wednesday November 29th, 2006, Michelle Xiao (507) writes:
Your love & grief is the truest feeling that can be experienced on this earth.. it's a most beautiful gift and it gives me hope that people are still able to feel this deep. Thank you.


On Monday November 27th, 2006, BeautifullyRuined (148) writes:
Oh my god that was amazing it brought tears to my eyes


On Saturday November 25th, 2006, K_Love (693) writes:
This was so beautiful and heartbreaking, probably the realist thing you've ever written. The repetition added everything to this piece. Lovely. :-D



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