Run, Run, Runaway

Still writing just not posting.

Put Your Face on My Face

February 24, 2009 / 10:42 am
 

I finally stopped
Running away, swapped
The bad for the sad,
The tears for the wet-
Behind-the-ears. I thought
This would be easy, wrought
Life into shape, managed
A narrow escape. Disadvantaged
Youth flown the coup. But nobody
Can tell heaven from hell. And as
Many times as you look you'll never
Find Happiness written in your
Appointment book. Anxiety is not
High society, it's just a variety of
White trash running after your
Memory cache. And I can't
Remember that last December or
The previous September when
Seashells where just dreams and,
For all your schemes, you couldn't
Redeem your self-esteem. And I was
Left floating, hardly the doting girl
I wanted to be, and you were gone
To an intolerable degree. Years pass
And I'm still knocked on my a*s, needing
A magnifying glass to find that needle in
The haystack. I still put tears into this
Panic attack turned throw back. And
Everyday I wake up wondering when
The sundering of my heart and mind will
Stop, tired of the belly flop. I could be
Optimistic but that's unrealistic.
And I realize this is self-indulgent, a beach
Of trust with fraudulent intent but periodically
I methodically jump the train, landing on
Public domain. Can you even see me anymore?
Afraid I slammed the door looking to fight
World war. Maybe I'm done for, you can
Find me working at the shoe store.

Author's Note

Again... tell me how you feel.

Reviews

[Pepel]

your ideas are absolute beautiful, i feel i can see through your words and i agree very much, not only that but you impress me. craftwise, i see it more as a reflexion than a poem. Although you are the author and master of your piece and name it which ever way you want, i feel that although it is written in a poetic way it is not concise or worked enough to be a perfect poem. Keep writing and being beautiful.

[cest la vie]

Not sure what I can add that the others have not already said..
Hmm.... excellente'!!

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

you'll never
Find Happiness written in your
Appointment book. Anxiety is not
High society, it's just a variety of
White trash running after your
Memory cache.

Great write , you are really good at this..your use of word relationship is wonderful ..

[tasha armstrong.]

Beautifully written.
You, my love, are a talented writer.
I wish you the best with any and everything.

xoxo, t.

[John Morris]

Right I know you said f the grammar, f everything else and your right f everything else cos this is tha great poem n i rlli, rlli like it.

U da Man.

U mke grt poems and well you don't need no proper English!

Great!

[BjH]

"I finally stopped
Running away, swapped"

good opening

"Maybe I'm done for, you can
Find me working at the shoe store."

better ending

i'm a little jealous at the fact that it reads both angry and sad at the same time,
f**k tha gramma!

benjamin

[Adrianna]

Wow this is beautiful. I love how this rymthes so fast and the lines continue on from the last one. Absolutly great. I would leave reality for periods of time and then eventually return back... but when i did nothing had changed. Running doesnt help anything but it's sure it deserved to take a brreak from the world once and a while. beautiful writing.

[Adrianna]

Wow this is beautiful. I love how this rymthes so fast and the lines continue on from the last one. Absolutly great. I would leave reality for periods of time and then eventually return back... but when i did nothing had changed. Running doesnt help anything but it's sure it deserved to take a brreak from the world once and a while. beautiful writing.