Friday, March 20, 2009

the little deaths

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the little deaths, i call them
when you kill me with a smile
make me doubt myself. download guilt
call me stupid in front of our friends
over and over
and i forget why you love me

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these little deaths
they cut so deep
and i forget why i love you

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(…why?)
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garlic mashed potatoes, green tea & death race
my stomach aches

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anger boils over. finds calm. stays
the combination is foreign
i roll it around on my tongue
taste it. swallow it whole
it nests in my heart like a welcome pacman thing
chomping love cells. disintegrating lies
you see it in my eyes
touch my hand. even my skin is cold
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no. doN't tell me this anger is juSt an illusion. or a shackle. nO! because this anger is what uNlocked the prison door. thiS anger is what lifted the weight that kept my head under water for so long. this time the anger is what is tRue
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& the moment i acknowledge this
the anger dissipates
and all that's left is clarity
& patience is a virtue
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i wrote this poem a couple of days ago. here is a link to my favorite blog at the moment:
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check out "the end bit is animated" ...how interesting is that. it's funny how the universe sometimes gives the same message through different people.
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2009