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[title] => I'm Calling It 'Poem'
[time] => 2005-03-28 08:06:47
[hometext] => This came to me last night all at once... I think I like it... I just let my mind pour onto the page. I got stuck in this stupid rhyme pattern once in a while, but it fit the tone I think.
[bodytext] => My corner of the earth has shifted Sunken And the rest is all above my head I've sunken eighty feet below all I see ahead is Walls of dirt, the earth's crust and rocky surface High above the green grass dangles it's disheveled, ripped-up roots above me Behind is faded landscape of the places I've once been Some places I don't care to see And some I'd love to reach again Looking all around me all I see pangs my heart so Like I'm tainted and it's taunting And I can't ever let go As if I'd want to--no, I cling to All these memories in me But I feel I can't reach that grass that's eighty feet above my head If I don't leave that land behind me Climb straight up there, clear my head But there's nothing to abandon --All that land's a part of me I have traveled, farmed and seen it --It's become MY scenery So I stand here eighty feet down and I crumple to the floor Waterfalls cascade in teardrops in my land of once before I don't want it but I need it But I just need to move riht on While the birds sing high above They fly above the dangling grass And the earthy mud I squander in squelches loud, unpleasantly Drawing tears from deep inside me that I just don't want to see I can't walk, the mud has glued my sneakers Up to the ankles in muck And so even if I want to move I'd get nowhere cause I'm stuck I can't see him but I feel him, My sweet love Lost in the dark How I long to help him, see him And unbreak his breaking heart We're both dying while we're crying In these our murky, muddy caves But in darkness I am blinded And there's no one I can save I don't want to sleep in silence For I'll drown in murky muck If I die he'll be beside me For there's nothing else can work But I'm sleepy And I'm cranky But I just cannot give in Cause there's nothing real of waking Here I'd rot inside my skin And I need him right beside me More than one could understand And I won't go sleep in silence Til I know that we both can But he's got to be right next to me And if not my rage will kill Cause I'll sleep when he's beside me But without him neither will They can't close the doors to Heaven Til we walk through hand in hand And if he's hurt someone must help me Cause nobody hurts my man But I'm chained down to this puddle In this murky mucky mud Get me out of here! I need him so! I can't move on or let him go! They're pulling him away in chains And handcuffed to a truck And all I can do is roll around All dirty covered in our filthy muck There's no going here or moving there As the freeze frame of the stationary truck takes my baby away "But he's my love!" Although that doesn't matter here I shout it--scream it anyway As the stationary truck pulls him tightly, crying away I'm in motion Kicking Screaming Writhing around in the muck And there's nowhere to go Cause I can't look back, I can't reach him, I'm chained to my mud And there's nowhere to go but up Even though I can't get there without All that And I especially can't get there without him And without knowing we're both okay So I writhe in the muck And watch his frozen truck And can't go back And I won't move up while it's pulling my baby away [comments] => 5 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 43 [informant] => liquidsunshine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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