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day into night into day into night into...
by Olivia Weinkeinpulp still sticks to the inside of
glasses
& sex is exactly how you
said it would be
& i am happy sometimes,
i hum even or sing my favorite
heart-break songs that would
have once killed me.
& i listen when people tell me
their stories, their woes and demons
and no longer feel the need to say
i can relate.
because i can but i can't and it gets
lost inside of a meaning none of us have
and becomes irrelevant after a while anyway.
so i nod and i smile and i say
things will get better & i continue
getting up every morning even though
i know better.
& there are degrees of coping with mundane
every-day routine and there are ways of lying
to yourself through it all because
pulp still sticks to the inside of
glasses
& sex is exactly how you
said it would be. 03/30/2009 Posted on 03/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/30/09 at 06:42 PM There's a voice dripping with venom and honey in this, and you hit that mark really well. Great work. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/30/09 at 06:55 PM This is my everyday mantra now. Great job, adding too favorites. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/03/09 at 03:00 PM Sometimes it takes a lot to put one foot in front of the other, but getting to the recliner and the remote and switching on your favorite TV show it's all worth. 0) |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 04/03/09 at 03:47 PM i can relate. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/17/13 at 11:58 AM congratulations on POTD. the muse was definitely with you on this one. |
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