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morgan d. died today
by Morgan D Hafele"...you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me..."
-death cab for cutie
...and i woke up
in a puddle of blood.
it was mine... i hadn't stopped
bleeding from the night before
...and she's still waiting for the call...
my call -the admittance- that i was wrong
to follow her decision, her idea. her's
...and i woke up this morning
head resting on a pillow of concrete
she was still gone
-dreaming of others-
with wrists oozing
primordial fluids
-looking at you reminds me- of home
with a bed of grass so far away
...and she woke up
knowing -something was missing-
first thing... cigarette in the car
smog dusted dreams -and- ashen lungs
crying for tomorrow
to come with knowledge
screaming everything is all right
...and she woke up this morning
and -i- was still bleeding
her smoke dusting -my
body- shivering not so much from the cold
but from the -lack-
of her. presence
...and i woke up
she was my jesus
-for one night only-
she saved my life
-crucified- on a bed of thorns
with my life spilt on her sheets
...and she cried
-until the sun came up- tomorrow
...she was everything to me...
we are the perfect liars -together- 05/20/2005 Author's Note: quote from a death cab for cutie song... i don't remember what it's called, but i've been listening to it alot lately... if you didn't know this is about you and me and everything... forget it... if you did know, or at least have an idea... i miss you. this sucks.
Posted on 05/20/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/20/05 at 03:11 PM Yes, we keep on dying day in and day out waiting for the day we shall be born again in deathlessness. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/20/05 at 04:30 PM Some great word combos/images her Mr. D. such as: she was my jesus, bed of thorns, and the gory but effective: with wrists oozing
primordial fluids. Perhaps some eventual tightening up, after serious thought on what parts of the poem speak the loudest and clearest for your feelings, to make it even better. Kudos!
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| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/20/05 at 04:47 PM excellent images here, i absolutely adore this |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/20/05 at 05:13 PM Morgan, your/our death is something we go through each and every day. Though many of us die in different ways, we still wake up (usually) and have to go on, don't we? Is this called survival or is it simply running into the next day? Beats me. Good read. ~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 06/29/05 at 09:57 AM wow, i like the feel to this, and the images. the final line is so great. |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 11/16/05 at 05:22 PM Has anyone ever told you how perfectly brilliant you are? xoxo |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/21/05 at 05:38 PM ...morgan, yea, what if...eh?...kenneth patchen [ a poet] says "there's so many little dyings it really doesn't matter which one is death"...and your words reinforce that...we die a little each day, and i'm not talking cell-death, but emotional death...lovely work regarding the "insides" of '[just] a man...cutting, but full of life-giving love/need thingees...peace, chaz |
Posted by Ava Blu on 11/21/05 at 06:06 PM
and we are nothing they claim we have been
yet everyone is saying we should find out together
trust and faith tearing us down
we cannot build
we are not what we want
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| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/21/05 at 06:07 PM eh, I don't know why I just left that as your comment. something in this poem sparked that little blurb to come forth. your poem is all inside me right now. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/31/06 at 07:24 AM My brow was quite furrowed through the whole thing. Heart-wrenching. Amazing images... |
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