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Sometimes (a poem by me)


Twisted Mystic

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SOMETIMES

Sometimes, I'm a human: pale, fragile, and full of oxygen.

Sometimes, I want to slit my wrist to see if my blood is as red as yours.

Sometimes, I'm a girl: overtly feminine and insanely jealous.

Sometimes, I want to shred pink bows and break my lipstick.

Sometimes, I want to listen to country music and waver in the pain of the world.

Sometimes, I like silence: black, cold, and dead.

Sometimes, I'm me: boorish and boring, unkempt and uncaring.

Sometimes, you're you: closed and conceited, self important and self imposed.

Sometimes, I'm an optimist: chipper, cheery, and looking into the future.

Sometimes, I want to stop breathing to hold back these tears.

Sometimes, I'm your girl: as long as I walk your path.

Sometimes, I want to shred my skin and break my stride.

Sometimes, I want to listen to rock music and pour my pen on paper.

Sometimes, I like noisy: white, warm, and alive.

Sometimes I'm me: batty and brainy, unloved and unloving.

Sometimes you're you: cool and collected, self serving and self aware.

Sometimes, I want to pull back my skin to look at my insides.

Sometimes, I want to leak into the Earth.

Sometimes, I want to rot away.

Sometimes, I want to live.

Sometimes, I want to breathe.

Sometimes, I want to lick the curve of your mouth.

Sometimes, we can't always have what we want.

© 2005 Destiny M. New

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Thank you! ^_^ Oh, forgot to mention... it's to my fiancee. ^_^

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That's an awesome poem, Twisted Mystic! I can totally relate to some of what you are saying. Keep it up, you have a talent!!

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I get the feeling from your poem that you were purging, or letting off steam. (Maybe I’m wrong, that’s just what I feel) I know how it feels. Sometimes I listen to a few choice songs that speak to me, and help me maintain my grip on sanity.

It's very nice to read words from your heart.

Dan.

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I just wanted to thank you guys for all the positive feedback ^_^ Sorry I didn't reply sooner. Busy busy! ^_^

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