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Array ( [sid] => 109073 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This) [time] => 2005-11-04 14:51:52 [hometext] => deep down i think i just want to be loved by someone whole...he doesn't cut, i did, but he didn't even flinch when he saw the scars for the first time. [bodytext] => sat me on a stool
“Don’t”
but he did and he saw
the scars that run rivers
and my fear of ugly, my fear of imperfection
kept me from meeting his eyes

the contrast kept me suspended
a thumb, soft loving,
surface friction over the stretch of pink
and pronounced me beautiful
and won’t let me tell him different

I’ll never read him this
he’ll never hear the words
he doesn’t know what that
did to me

but he’s out there this morning
turning a year older in two days
going out to fly
I hope he finds solace up in the clouds
like I’ve learned to find
with the words pouring

I don’t believe in forever
I don’t believe in true love
I'm no longer a child, this isn't a fairy tale but
I’ve learned to believe in respite from pain
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Dri [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This)

Contributed by Dri on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:51:52 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



sat me on a stool
“Don’t”
but he did and he saw
the scars that run rivers
and my fear of ugly, my fear of imperfection
kept me from meeting his eyes

the contrast kept me suspended
a thumb, soft loving,
surface friction over the stretch of pink
and pronounced me beautiful
and won’t let me tell him different

I’ll never read him this
he’ll never hear the words
he doesn’t know what that
did to me

but he’s out there this morning
turning a year older in two days
going out to fly
I hope he finds solace up in the clouds
like I’ve learned to find
with the words pouring

I don’t believe in forever
I don’t believe in true love
I'm no longer a child, this isn't a fairy tale but
I’ve learned to believe in respite from pain




Copyright © Dri ... [ 2005-11-04 14:51:52]
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Re: Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This) (User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 03:38:29 PM AEST
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i enjoyed the style of this write. it was honest and intense in a unique way. i think when a peice is written in this style it gives a powerful and progressive image which i definately got from this. just curious have you ever read "you remind me of you" by Eireen Corrigan????that is my favorite book and i think it has a similar style to this peice. so far i haven't met anyone who has even heard of this book but it's great and you should check it out sometime.

~i am the inevitable silence, the unrelenting fist of violence~weepingprophet


Re: Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This) (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 09:08:58 PM AEST
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God. Whenever I look at your poetry, I just feel so entirely . . . on-the-same-wavelength. You put everything into words that I can't, or that I do differently, and it's hard for me to say --so you won't really understand-- how much I value . . . being able to have that.

Thank you.

(The last two lines. Geez.)


Re: Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This) (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 10:09:24 PM AEST
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i loved the originality in this the most. i think you have a real way with words, and i hope you continue to use them.


Re: Respite from Pain (He'll Never Read This) (User Rating: 1 )
by enigma on Saturday, 5th November 2005 @ 05:38:29 PM AEST
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"...deep down i think i just want to be loved by someone whole..." sage...

...you've got my young guy near tears with dream and the old man near tears with remembering...

...my first week on this site I shared in depth with someone my suspicion that we two legged creatures who assume superiority over all the rest have gotten the concepts of perfect and imperfect switched...the same may be true of beautiful and ugly...

...I am having a Hell of a time convincing my estranged wife of her perfection...she is perfectly imperfect...as am I, and you and everyone else, make that everything else...I know it takes the shine off the apple, but shiny apples aren't natural...

...want to see if you can follow this?...people who think they are imperfect are actually perfect and those who in a religious sense think they are perfect are actually perfect, but not for the reasons they think they are perfect for...they are perfect only because they are actually imperfect in thinking they are perfect, which makes them perfect...

...when that finally sank into my heart, soul spirit and all those other emotional and intellectual cracks and crevices...I felt pretty good, cause I knew I was plenty imperfect...

...your beautiful expression has pulled so many triggers...there is so much to share...so much raw material for poetic expression...it is an absolute must that mankind harness this time thing and learn how to grow it...there is so little of it...

...I have my little eight year old beside me on another computer and I'm singing with Barney, his friends and Abby..."Me and My Family..."

"...I’ve learned to believe in respite from pain." Believe, do believe, continue to believe, tenaciously believe, believe what you know to believe, die believing...Love is out there...that isn't capitalized because it is the beginning of a sentence...it will be imperfect, which of course means perfect...and, you're right about wanting someone who is whole, remember, that 's what they're looking for, too.

...now we're singing "Up is Up and Down is Down..." I'll depart with that little bit of Truth.

...I do look forward to perusing through your creations some day...the sooner the better...

ron...enigma





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