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Some Days
by Allison SmithSome days
Arnt any better
Than the days before
Everyone lied.
Disconnection
Telephone extension
Reinvention
All the other ‘encions’
of you
But not of me.
I’m not even falling
I’m crawling
Don’t even have shoes
or feet, or foot in mouth, no words that
spew from mouths
not mine
nor anyone else’s will make you hear.
Third dimension
Wrong ascension
Hypertension
That bit’s just for me.
And for you?
l o v e
(Even if you don’t deserve it.)
((And you don’t.))
07/23/2009 Author's Note: This poem is stuck
Posted on 07/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Allison Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/23/09 at 02:12 PM Well, We all live our yesterdays, everyday, failing to break the umpteen chains of cause and effect, letting the momentum of happenings take its own course.But, as you said, despite 'Third dimension
Wrong ascension
Hypertension
That bit’s just for me', we continue to play our roles even of not playing a role.
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/24/09 at 12:50 AM Good write lady and welcome to pathetic. When life flows it can be great but sometimes that is when we lose track of what it is all about. We seem happy but aren't really seeing what is going on. |
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