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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 © 2024 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 Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/02/05 at 09:59 PM She must have been more than gorgeous - excellent write. |
| 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 Bradd Howard on 08/04/05 at 07:32 PM Excellent write morgan! I have a couple people I need to bleach away I keep trying (how much blonder can I get?) great work friend |
| 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 Melanie J Yarbrough on 08/07/05 at 02:02 AM i like that last stanza.. it's funny, isn't it? hindsight and the ridiculous things we've done, the amazing extent to which we've felt things and in the end sometimes we only wish we could forget it all.. |
| 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 Mary Abeln on 08/13/05 at 07:43 PM I think it was the ending that really did it for me. This is brilliant. |
| 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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