Nessie's Green Bones I Found in Past CurrentsA Poem by Ryan Patrick WalshExes. Friends. Exes and Friends.
She takes notice, she takes focus,
She takes more than me back home, We're flipping up and upside down, Twisting out loud our frowns are turned around and we're falling, I'm face to face with her after such a long stalling, But I hear you wonder till there's thunder with our knot-be-noose in said tangled lies, Let me notify you that hot and cold lenses are making this fight, That far away I'm noticing your ear's are just cotton shut tight, See, you push the prone as I need her by my side, Resenting to let go of possessive love Though you know that I'm right, Know this, That I'll pull tight what you've towed until you detach, You'll fall back into night without a single flash, But like child you cut till you craft blood, A big red stain that washes away in rain and separate mud, I still hear your pathetic voice in it's low and screeching highs, I tell you, don't take it to my home, it's horrid, Alone you should sing or cry or just get over it, But here again you're needing a loan Even though you never owed or owned, nevertheless I'll leave a last help and pray it should lay like stone, Hear that what you needed was a backbone Every time you hunched and never tried, Every time you lunged blind With no stable step in your life, So I say good riddance and bare well, A last goodbye and farewell, You've poisoned your own time and mine, Now finally let it be good and let it be right. © 2010 Ryan Patrick Walsh |
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Added on June 25, 2010 Last Updated on June 25, 2010 AuthorRyan Patrick WalshWest Bloomfield, MIAbout20 year old student currently attending MSU for a degree in Media Arts and Technology (Film, Television, Camerawork, Screenwriting, etc). I've been consistently writing poetry and short stories since .. more..Writing
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