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 Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 3:06 pm
Wrote both of these at 4 in the morning in West Texas. Tis very pretty up there. Neither of them are very good; Gardenias is my favorite though, just the subject matter anyway. Lilies is probably better-written....
anyway:
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Lilies
We made love at three in the morning
Exactly; thanks to your O-C-D:
Obsessive
Compulsive
Deception
-or is that me?
I think you know.-
I kept my golden pen-caps
Clipped to my chest pocket
I could feel them against my
Pounding chest
As the adrenaline rush
Soaked us through.
You asked;
I shied away
With a teasing smile
Playing games
Always, always
Playing games.
My words, I said, my ink
My blood
But I don’t think you
Ever trusted me
Not to deliver the truth
In such a cryptic package:
Torn, inspected, and stitched together
Like broken Easter eggs.
The pen-caps stayed
Until you read the verses
And decided they must go.
What was I supposed to do?
You would see if you read the burning scraps
That there was nothing
I could do.
Fidelity, you say…well,
At least I was true to myself.
“Are you crazy?
“Are you ******** crazy?”
I don’t think so, sweetheart;
Who’s the one who has the gun?
Count to ten;
I want this to be over
And I want to catch a scent
Of lilies and salt waves and broken lies
Once eleven rolls around.
My words--or you?
“Are you ******** crazy?”
Yes…
Have you never noticed?
I’m a liar
I’m insane
And you were never the one
Who made me this way.
Say goodbye;
One of us is going to have
-as the blood fills our mouths-
Golden pen-caps,
Ebony ink
And, right before the light expires,
A scent of warm flesh,
Burning tears,
And sweet, red-speckled lilies.
Gardenias
The waves came for me first:
I knew they’d caught me at last
As I heard the rush
The excited babbling of white-capped water
And the water’s song:
Vicious muttering
Under its collective breath
As it extinguished candles
And rose to block the sun.
It tormented us in the morning:
A god of vapor and stars.
The sun was watery and dim.
I pined for the light
Like many in the
Soul-stricken dimness
But went about my business
-like everyone else-
Whistling an automated tune.
Planes were caught in the fly-trap
Suspended above;
I wondered if there were faces for me
Waving, watching, wishing,
Cursing.
One of them might have been his.
I took refuge in my garden,
The purity of white gardenias;
Sobbed on the ruins of the porch-swing
As moonlight bathed the petals
And the shards of broken glass.
Sweet gardenias;
Your smell makes me sick.
Yes; it was a poor choice…
But Lily, I had to make it.
Some things, you just
Have to learn on your own.
~
AN: Gardenia is the scent of cheating.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 12:46 pm
interesting, ...you say you had to borrow the persona of a cheating whore? this one somewhat confused me but also displayed itself as a stream of conscious clearly. but there were very pretty parts to it that made it look good one in particular -
I took refuge in my garden,
The purity of white gardenias;
Sobbed on the ruins of the porch-swing
As moonlight bathed the petals
And the shards of broken glass.
Sweet gardenias;
never the less very nice job on this one wink
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:04 pm
Why are gardenias the scent of cheating?
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 6:51 am
Remy: >w< thank ya. I had a lot of fun with it too....or as much fun as "four in the morning -________- rawr domokun " Kirby can have.
V: It's in a Certain Slant of Light.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:25 pm
Oh. BTW, bought Saving Fish at the airport. It's pretty good. Want to borrow?
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:28 pm
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