Notice the 1930s Radio

By BeautifulCalamity

the window was open
anxiousparanoidgirl sat bedside to stranger. .
leaves rattle expression love or wanting,
the rush of seeing one whom dosen't see you.
interpol was silent,
everyonething muted by your loving hand.
bruises on leg,
scab of breaker on thumb and index finger..
all the while,
smiling in the winter.
subliminally frozen in the patches of heat that dance like we do.
i really felt someoneperson was watching me,
thinking i was a dollface or a
sick child,
perhaps wondering if i needed their attention

..
and once in awhile,

I see the legend in your face and when
you kiss me open-mouthed i do feel
like we are two believers praying on our knees..
appreciating what we have,
begging for another blessing.
or perhaps two of the young fallen asleep..
content in the quilt of rushing images called dreams,
maybe we are them.. or the flashes of
somerealthing other than who.we.were this particular night..

patterns of people on the streets
are painted onto my lips with
one fatal swoop & it will
all be fine
very
very
soon
..
the owl has been finishing my sentences lately,
and the voices do sound like
youinsideofme is trying to come about..

when i pull my face vintage,
the bones do crack upon eachother saying
"advice can be fatal for another somebody like you."
Fortune cookie is tearing apart the body of her
with words we all expected once the curtain dropped

)perhaps expected due to the rate at which that(curtain fell
the girl hurried things along as a drunk
urging for the last goodfornothing drop of something
at the edge of the bottle screaming,
'fall, sweet sailor'[into(my)mouth(a)convulsion]

the shock being
I can close my eyes and walk myself off to
where I can be found sleeping in an
unWAKEable state of mind..
hands at my side, still reaching
at the darling thought of waking beside him,
once at least my love.
straight line a dotted path,
walk your tired eyes room to room..
begging pills insomnia.
coins rattle expression love or wanting,
the rush of repeating ones words is
unbearable to the point where we could be
exploding anywhere/Now

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© 2005 BeautifulCalamity
Published on Tuesday, November 29, 2005.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"
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  • LordBrosnian On Monday, December 19, 2005, LordBrosnian (44)By person wrote:

    awesome!!!

  • PoeticHellion On Friday, December 16, 2005, PoeticHellion (191)By person wrote:

    Absolutely wonderfully written.

  • A former member wrote: "smiling in the winter. subliminally frozen in the patches of heat that dance like we do." ,,so utterly divine.. in your subtleness you've created a slow winding blade..one you see fall and etch your flesh.. *sigh* .. you are so amazing.

  • A former member wrote: Now, stay, dammit!

  • K_Love On Wednesday, November 30, 2005, K_Love (525)By person wrote:

    The depth and beauty and imagery in this is something unexplainable. I feel like somehow you tapped into my mind and wrote this. I always feel like your pieces are from my brain, but they could never be as beautiful as yours. You are amazing!

  • blue On Wednesday, November 30, 2005, blue (1409)By person wrote:

    hmm.. =) woman! I have missed you so much!! You've no idea.. ahhh... *collapse* ..wake me so I can start this enchantment all over again please. chyus for you! ~b

  • Rone4611 On Wednesday, November 30, 2005, Rone4611 (121)By person wrote:

    "you kiss me open-mouthed i do feel like we are two believers praying on our knees.." "Thus from my lips, by yours, thine sin is purged." _Romeo

  • AniDayz On Tuesday, November 29, 2005, AniDayz (812)By person wrote:

    first off...*my smile's all dancin'*---to see a work of yours up here...and, wonderous,as always....and yet,

  • AniDayz On Tuesday, November 29, 2005, AniDayz (812)By person wrote:

    i can not even begin...to tell you...how incrediblyremarkeable this is...striking in all curvatures of my spine...inside the innermost.ness of me...mygawds, im entangled in this...absolutely magnificent.


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