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this is the introduction... honey
by Morgan D Hafeleyou're nothing but a memory
-and-
it's all about forgetting, honey.
i sit in a pool of bleach because i can't stand the feeling of your skin dusting my body- and i wait for my flesh to burn slowly away drifting from my bones to the surface of this puddle mocking my screaming eyes stealing every last -peace- of my mind away on long forgotten kisses with a name i can't remember...
she must have been
gorgeous
to do this to me. 08/01/2005 Author's Note: this is the epitome of self loathing...
Posted on 08/02/2005
Copyright © 2026 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/02/05 at 12:37 PM ...ringggg-ooo, morgan on the self-loathing thingee, ahh have room for two in that boat?...lovely lil' diatribe of "stuff" that like thoreau said, we all live lives of quiet desperation...i agree with denny on the uses of peace vs. piece...good turn o' phrase...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/03/05 at 02:13 AM I love the dichotomy in the first two lines, setting the stage for an (pardon the pun echoe) unforgettable piece of poetry, although experience tells me, you'll never forget her name...or face, no matter how much bleach is applied to the wound. Good work sir. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/06/05 at 01:23 AM Eventually undesirous associations turn into self loathing as associations are so difficult to die. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/07/05 at 06:52 PM "gorgeous" depends on your state of mind. At certain times of the month, I can find a chocolate pie quite gorgeous. of course, I have to use aerobics instead of bleach to get rid of it. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 10/05/08 at 06:34 PM I never commented on this, but it was added to my favorites some time ago; I thought you should know. |
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