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Like ghosts standing by
By Narcissa
Maybe
I did want to die
But I never said it out loud...
When the surf was the sky
And the sky was where I was standing
I said goodbye but not forever.
I wrote my name in the back
of the closet
So small, so permanent
So if someone did find
it and paint over it
I'd still be there, even if I wasn't
Maybe
I did want to die
And maybe I did say it out loud
But never in front of you...
I'd be
An infamous spook
Attached blindly to those walls
Called upon by open minds and holding
hands
Only to be thrown out by frightened eyes
Drifting, shifting
between seances
And maybe
I did want to die
Because
I lived in the city of angels
But I never saw one.
Did anyone?
So I left
And I was certain that the best part of me stayed
there
And I still am
But I wanted to die
So here
I am
In the valley of winter
A shimmer in the fog
Causing
the thermometer to shiver
And the people around me, like ghosts standing
by
Wanting to take it back.
Take it all back....
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Copyright 2010 Narcissa
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On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette
(1087)
wrote:
that opening stanza. god. damn.
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On Thursday, February 25, 2010, Grim_Sorrow
(74) wrote:
wow... way to hit home, just moved from the lbc to utah... i miss the assholes, pricks and dissidents. the warm sun, waves and miscriants. I was chaotic, it was hell, love loss and indignation. But it was home, it was life, and out here in the cold... i know it will be again.
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A former member wrote:
*shivers* the depth of the ice this left me with is beyond my frozen reach. Death doesn't sound as inviting.... and I have to wonder if hell froze... and if I am just another ghost standing by. This is well woven, softly spoken with deference paid, with room for the realization to take root and grow... like an aortic stalactite of ice. *bows before poetess*
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A former member wrote:
that last line resonates so.... just fun to pause among the journey here. to be lookin in... lookin back... trapped in the eyes of those who look out and cannot see. cannot see you at all. and therein lies the beauty of the intellect, there in your words...
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On Friday, February 19, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
Incredible visuals, a cool poem to read. thanks for the write.
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A former member wrote:
I dont even know where to begin or know what to say, all I know is my heart hurts for this. *hugs*~moony
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A former member wrote:
"Because I lived in the city of angels
But I never saw one" I feel ya on that line. I'm from L.A too lol
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On Friday, February 19, 2010, Chameleon
(111) wrote:
In the valley of winter, a shimmer in the fog...great work...and no, I have yet to see an angel myself in los angeles
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