left-over relics of love and pain.

By Six-Out

three a.m. blues- and I'm without an out of tune guitar
no dull-plucked strings of sorrow, to sing my dreams goodnight

physically. mentally- left wondering if it even matters
because a broken heart may mend.
but nothing second-hand is ever as enduring
[alluring]. or worth fighting for.
dying for. or risking another lie to try and save

and when we're broken-
it's so easy to understand the meaning of nothing.
to see the cracked/fractures and split seams
believing in a being of delusion

you are my dream, and I am your nightmare
feet shaking. cold: falling out of your bed alone
clutching the stone-cold promises
from those lips that said
they'd never leave you alone
now we're thrown into an abyss- of sorts
dismissed by the world.
bored. torn apart and fed to the wind.

and you are my masterpiece
and we are diseased- displeased with what we can't have
stabbing toward a new world of disorder
with hour-glass tears- fearing tomorrow. drowning our sorrows
[in lies]

and it's me that you despise-

[we watched the stars fall down- breaking the sky
and your eyes were on fire. burning me like a comet
towards the pit of my heart.

we walked away from oblivion- clutching yesterday's promises
in our sweaty palms. and dreaming of ink-penned disasters
giving away our loves- waiting for them to be sold
because nothing in this world ever lasts- just remnants
of what we strove our lives to become.

left-over relics of love and pain.

emotion.devotion- and everything in between: slowing it down-
we're lost and alone- always. so. alone]

-dream. my dear, they can't hear you
and you're better off on your own

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Copyright 2005 Jon Rodgers
Published on Friday, June 24, 2005.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: This piece is bitter, written in a tone of "scary" honesty, a cry and a confession in the same time, bleeding emotions like an open wound... you express so much in these words, it turns and twists the meanings and messages revealing a turmoil of thoughts

  • A former member wrote: of thoughts and regrets. Well done.

  • abattoir On Thursday, August 25, 2005, abattoir (116)By person wrote:

    you give me hope that more souls like you could exist. could actually see.hear.comprehend, and this is all that matters.your work is fuckingsick.

  • Dei On Wednesday, July 13, 2005, Dei (704)By person wrote:

    Your shred my hoping heart with each word.

  • A former member wrote: I miss this...how you empty your heart in the drop of a pin (no one even heard it hit the ground), and there's nothing left, but everything..to feel, to imagine, to comprehend.

  • A former member wrote: ...and I'm left wondering if my heart's beat is mocking me. Shame.

  • A former member wrote: You write pretty for such an asshole. :)

  • glasshouse On Friday, July 8, 2005, glasshouse (568)By person wrote:

    ouch.... wrenching. -Glass

  • AniDayz On Thursday, July 7, 2005, AniDayz (822)By person wrote:

    '..or risking another lie to try and save...,

  • AniDayz On Thursday, July 7, 2005, AniDayz (822)By person wrote:

    ..torn apart and fed to the wind.,.with hour glass tears.,burning me like a comet.,emotion.devotion-and everything in between...'~each word of this, is such beautiful saddness reaching into the heart with fingers of whispers.echoeing.

  • A former member wrote: Wow man this was great, especially felt the "we walked away from oblivion" stanza. So bitterly dreamy. Very cool. ~Ryan

  • A former member wrote: I like the fact that you write realities within the mooding mindset and not fluff banter that many people haunt/inhabit. That's been one of the attractions to your works.

  • A former member wrote: That isn't to say that happy isn't a prospective medium, but happy isn't always - living- and I don't relate to it when reading.

  • A former member wrote: So, you have a refreshing prospective to share that catches me as a reader. Besides, depression has been the medium that many of the greatest voices throughout of lifetimes have used.

  • A former member wrote: i love this poem! you are a great writer!- summer

  • Malice In Wonderland On Tuesday, June 28, 2005, Malice In Wonderland (1021)By person wrote:

    You words kill me. Scholar

  • purr_verse On Friday, June 24, 2005, purr_verse (1036)By person wrote:

    outstanding. Excellent use of internal rhyme and meter; this piece is insightful and marvellously crafted without seeming forced. Just all-around damn fine stuff. *applauds*

  • A former member wrote: You leave me stunned. You've evoked both sadness and a strange sort of wistfulness in this poem {the stars falling down/ eyes burning the heart}. Heart-wrenching, but beautiful. You paint, with an artist's definition, an emotion where beauty and sadness d

  • A former member wrote: do exist within one another -just your expression - sublime.

  • Lotophagi On Friday, June 24, 2005, Lotophagi (341)By person wrote:

    beautiful.... this is so clever, the intricate wording, subtle deviations and phrasing. superb write. Thank you.

  • sIo On Friday, June 24, 2005, sIo (885)By person wrote:

    what is there left for me to say to a broken man who already knows the magnificence in his fall?

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