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Whispers and Wine and Wishes



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Wed Feb 02, 2005 2:18 am
Tessitore says...



The last few days have been a blur
Of wine-soaked dreams,
Of touches in the haze of drunkenness,
A conversation where the last few words were whispered
Where my fumbling hands turned off the phone before I could say anything
Where I cursed my own clumsiness
I cried into a pillow and things seemed impossibly large
Red-rimmed lips seemed to swell
Tears seemed like oceans
And my half-murmured words should have been shouts
waking the house.

All these hours it seems to have been
And yet I may have only lived a few moments
Because two days have passed
I can’t think of anything else
To think about,
To say, except…

I heard you.

The last few days I’ve gone to bed
Curled myself in fleece and satin and velvet…
And pretended I wasn’t crying,
Ignored the stain on my pillow,
Acted like I didn’t feel my nails bite into my palms

But still closed my eyes and saw nothing but your face.
I'm not even angry... I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me... And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
-"Still Alive"- GLaDOS
  





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Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:40 pm
Chevy says...



Well, it seems a combination of a narrative and a lyric poem you ask me--not really dramatic.
But anyway, I usually have a comment or suggestion about everything that I read, but I was unable to find anything...seriously...this was good.
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Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:45 pm
Tessitore says...



CarsandGuitars77 wrote:Well, it seems a combination of a narrative and a lyric poem you ask me--not really dramatic.
But anyway, I usually have a comment or suggestion about everything that I read, but I was unable to find anything...seriously...this was good.


Yeah, I'm pretty horrid at figuring out the whole narrative, lyric, dramatic thing... I just kind of spin in a circle, eenie-meenie-minnie-mo sort of thing... and put it there.

But thanks, I'm glad you thought it was alright. I was kind of worried about it... feeling vulnerable.
  





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Thu Feb 03, 2005 5:52 pm
Incandescence says...



Angst-throttled. Beautiful, but cliched. Not much in the way of an edit, because there isn't anything to edit. For a poem of this standard, an edit would be a revision in which you would take things out and replace them, not a few playonwords. Just so you know why I'm not going to say much else.
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Sat Feb 05, 2005 2:34 am
bubblewrapped says...



I loved it. Seriously, it was beautiful and well written, and I love your imagery. There isnt anything I can find to critique really, although I do agree with Incandescence that it is slightly cliche (in topic, and in some of the description). However, thats not necessarily a bad thing. Like I said, its a beautiful poem and masterfully constructed. I'd say this is an example of how this kind of poetry should be written. I really enjoyed it - kudos!
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