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frayed edges [looking for a lighter]

licking gin from my lips- this room reeks of you.

cigarette lit seances. trying to bring these ghosts into a tangible form
hoping that yesterday will reinvent itself
by the time I open my eyes.

blowing smoke into this bottle- watching the spirals swirl
spinning sentances from my slurring mind into oblivion- it's easy
far too easy. to get lost in nostalgia.
wishing to forget that which I can't bring myself to regret
checking my heart rate. breaking it all over again
blowing grey-tinted kisses to you in my dreams.
it's all so seemingly simple.

and it hurts to long with your eyes shut.
only to be let down by the morning sun- running for a year lost.
kicking up dust in this uphill battle
only to trip. and roll down the other side.

painting my eyes plaster red- glazing the horizon.
and it's painful to watch you.
be the only silhouette that begins to take focus.

this is the definition of torn.

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On Saturday November 10th, 2007, An Expired Member (39) writes:

this poem has alot of meaning. So many different levels. blwing grey tinted kisses to you in your dreams-thats great poetry

On Thursday May 11th, 2006, Ainsof (1860) writes:

redefined... just refined with a scent of gin and tobacco... this definition of torn is truly potent and developed with the sensitivities of eyes that have gazed many a sunset

On Thursday October 20th, 2005, AniDayz (1241) writes:

dammmsman...fabulous...i burn unto ash...'neath the flame of your words [sooo much more than simply 'words'...]

On Saturday September 24th, 2005, SamoneDrone (404) writes:

you've written something so emotional that i think so many people have felt, but you wrote it in a way that no one else could have. i love the words you have twisted into this poem. ....-samone

On Thursday September 8th, 2005, Drayvinio (14) writes:

lovely write esp the line "Wishing to forget that which I can't bring myself to regret"

On Thursday September 8th, 2005, Velvet_Raventon (692) writes:

Wonderful... ~V.

On Thursday September 8th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:

Such the pen and such the matters, making things seem as if they're made up of material that is heavier than words and yet lighter than the fluttering of heartfelt passages. Without drowning this place in words, I say love the taste of the motion movin

On Thursday September 8th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:

moving herein and that, as always, the words linger and do not dull. I'm glad I found your words sitting inside this world of wording.

On Tuesday September 6th, 2005, flying_fox (766) writes:

You are a modern-day classic Mr Out. Your works are timeless. This is wonderful, my fave line being "and it hurts to long with your eyes shut." So true it hurt to read.

On Tuesday September 6th, 2005, Sin (1623) writes:

~wishing to forget that which I can't bring myself to regret~ ouch Jon, this hurt to read

On Monday September 5th, 2005, glasshouse (780) writes:

This felt like smoke. Like proof that fire once existed but only leaves you looking for the flame. It was slow, I whispered every word inside my head. Beautiful. Sincerely beautiful. I know this pain. -Glass

On Monday September 5th, 2005, Raze Drake (103) writes:

such are we humans

On Monday September 5th, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy (468) writes:

... i was about to be anal and copy/paste the true definition of torn... instead let me just say this was good...

On Monday September 5th, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy (468) writes:

...i love the languid nature of it... very slothlike... almost as if you're about to forget to breathe... the emotions would be anger and regret if only you had the energy to pick up the remote control...

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