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Array ( [sid] => 161651 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. [time] => 2010-08-06 09:51:14 [hometext] => I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you - Friedrich Nietzsche [bodytext] => there is no one out there
with their head down, lonely
longing for somebody like me
stuck between two concrete walls
realizing they can't trust in trust

she's alone, so she says
though she looks to the left
I can't see her but I can tell
from her voice.
Maybe a whisper, shhhh shut up

I'm alone, really I am
drunk and jotting this down
as I trip over her lies again
I want to be in love
last year I was, crying.

23 years and I'm gridlocked
clinging to memories of another
another liar and temptress
she made my smiles brighter than smiles
they could make a new word

and now I place my heart as bait
on the line, I cast and she catches
but she mangles and tears it to shreds
there may be such thing as love
but it certainly doesn't last.

and it's all in the eye of the beholder.
cause they only "say" that they love you back.
I'm choking on tears and drowning in beers.
once again i'm left alone here.
one new message: i'm sorry

I've heard that before.
I can't fathom the words.
Bloods spilling out of my mouth.
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Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow.

Contributed by pat346 on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 09:51:14 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

there is no one out there
with their head down, lonely
longing for somebody like me
stuck between two concrete walls
realizing they can't trust in trust

she's alone, so she says
though she looks to the left
I can't see her but I can tell
from her voice.
Maybe a whisper, shhhh shut up

I'm alone, really I am
drunk and jotting this down
as I trip over her lies again
I want to be in love
last year I was, crying.

23 years and I'm gridlocked
clinging to memories of another
another liar and temptress
she made my smiles brighter than smiles
they could make a new word

and now I place my heart as bait
on the line, I cast and she catches
but she mangles and tears it to shreds
there may be such thing as love
but it certainly doesn't last.

and it's all in the eye of the beholder.
cause they only "say" that they love you back.
I'm choking on tears and drowning in beers.
once again i'm left alone here.
one new message: i'm sorry

I've heard that before.
I can't fathom the words.
Bloods spilling out of my mouth.
from biting my tounge.

Copyright © pat346 ... [ 2010-08-06 09:51:14]
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Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by polaris773 on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 11:09:30 AM AEST
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i wish i could say ive never been there but who hasnt solid write man

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 12:27:05 PM AEST
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I love this part:

"I'm alone, really I am,
drunk and jotting this down,
as I trip over her lies again.
I want to be in love,
last year I was, crying."

I think this can bring everyone back to a time they were lied to in love,
drinking the pain away and wishing the wrongs endured never happened.
Great write. Great descriptions.

-Kara

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 02:44:28 PM AEST
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The quote above says it all.
sad but beautifully written. Good job.
Blessings,
emy

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 03:20:38 PM AEST
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A fantastic title. Damn, I wish I could write titles like that. An amazing quote as well. I'm a great fan of Nietzsche, but I've never heard that quote before. it's so right and so apt. I could empathize with your cynicism and bitterness here, I could write a book on both of those. The best bit for me was the first stanza, seemed to sum up the whole feeling of loneliness and hopelessness perfectly.

-Phil

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Friday, 6th August 2010 @ 06:46:02 PM AEST
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Interesting.

'Bloods spilling out of my mouth.
from biting my tounge'

ming

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by simsalabim on Monday, 9th August 2010 @ 08:57:50 PM AEST
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massive!

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by waldenpond on Friday, 13th August 2010 @ 12:12:08 AM AEST
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i really enjoyed this. great description.

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by natizzle on Tuesday, 14th September 2010 @ 10:07:35 PM AEST
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i thought it couldnt get much better than your other poem but this is amazing. really really beautifully written.

Re: Looking for: A Girl Listening to Butch Walker on a bench in the snow. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 28th May 2014 @ 12:50:58 PM AEST
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this is valid poetry, the genuine article, it is
absolute, precise, tangible, so truly beautiful!!

hugs n' love nessa

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