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I thought I had this nailed shut
Ready to pack this piece of broken
baggage and ship it the hell off...
Then I saw you standing there.
Shoulders broad
Legs in that stance that I love
Feelings came flowing out
like water released from the dam
I don't know what to do with the excess flow
I don't know how to handle all this destruction you've caused
I've felt so much finality these last few days
and now....
now I just don't know

How can one day be this way
and one day be that?
Eight years gnaws at me
Fills me with joy and sorrows
Life is just that way
is it not?
A twisted network of feelings
We seem led one way and then the other
in the blink of a piece of time.
I'm too twisted right now
Feeling as though I cannot
get off this Scrambler ride
at the County Fair
I am so afraid
I go to scream
and there's nothing...just,

dead air...


9/27/07
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Dead Air
Date: Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 04:13:44 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: deadheadpoet


I thought I had this nailed shut
Ready to pack this piece of broken
baggage and ship it the hell off...
Then I saw you standing there.
Shoulders broad
Legs in that stance that I love
Feelings came flowing out
like water released from the dam
I don't know what to do with the excess flow
I don't know how to handle all this destruction you've caused
I've felt so much finality these last few days
and now....
now I just don't know

How can one day be this way
and one day be that?
Eight years gnaws at me
Fills me with joy and sorrows
Life is just that way
is it not?
A twisted network of feelings
We seem led one way and then the other
in the blink of a piece of time.
I'm too twisted right now
Feeling as though I cannot
get off this Scrambler ride
at the County Fair
I am so afraid
I go to scream
and there's nothing...just,

dead air...


9/27/07
Laura Howell Horner

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