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you still manage to turn my stomach
by Vere MantratriaditÂ’s not your face that
haunts my dreams but
the words, your words,
such beautiful words that
I thought were only uttered
where I could hear them
but you were a phonograph
and IÂ’ve played your recording
over and overplayed through
out my brain and drugs donÂ’t
dull it down this roar of what
you should have backed up
and now I back up to a time
when pretty flowers were all
I wanted before I felt the need
to watch my brains leak out
over the sidewalk before you
walked away like I was just
some side road attraction for a
penny but you bargained too
much and also got my thoughts
and thatÂ’s where you drew the
line so now when I see you
my stomach turns and my
heart decays and I sit here
vomiting up what I no
longer want inside of me 01/22/2007 Author's Note: This piece seems to have inspired a pitchfork and torch mentality from the people reading it. However, he was entirely worth it.
Don't you see? It's generally the person vomiting that's the sick one.
Posted on 01/23/2007
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 01/23/07 at 01:26 PM but you bargained too
much and also got my thoughts
and that’s where you drew the
line ... once again your talent with words leaves me in awe! He's not worth it...but I'm so glad you wrote it. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 01/23/07 at 03:47 PM I adore the absense of punctuation here. Your unflinching honesty is refreshing and necessary. It's comforting to know that someone feels exactly the same. You know? Great work. I've added this to my favorites. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/23/07 at 06:53 PM An amazing piece about what another can do to us physically, our thoughts. You carry this stream of thought through with careful precision. I wonder sometimes if the poet feels too deeply what others just see as a casual play with words. Maybe that's what sets you apart. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/29/07 at 08:39 AM Whoa, do I ever feel the frustration on this! But how better to vent than to put pen to paper. The sad thing is, when I was younger and an egomaniac, I would have been the one of whom you are writing! Good for you and it is his loss as I lost someone precious too because of myself! Ouch! |
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