tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731275878148846802024-03-04T23:12:48.179-08:00Tell Me Your StoryI asked people to tell me their stories and I'd turn them into poems.
If you'd like to contribute a story, go to http://tellmeyrstory.livejournal.com/Collage Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08095357713771306737noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873127587814884680.post-42148179966011279242011-04-11T09:47:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:47:15.275-07:00Secrets (No Father Should Hate His Son)<div class="Body">Here is something submitted anonymously at <a href="http://tellmeyrstory.livejournal.com/">TellMeYrStory</a>:</div><div class="Body"><em>"Secrets: </em></div><div class="Body"><em>Secrets are meant to be told. I have many secrets, some people know most of them others have less of an idea. They know about the drugs, random sex, dreams and fears but there is one secret no one knows. Or at least I have never told anyone before. It's not my secret but I know it, I found it out. He didn't do a good job of hiding it. I think everyone who needs to know knows but I'm not sure, its not talked about just quietly accepted. The scariest thing is I know I will never speak of it but it eats me. I want to know answers, I want to know why. I want to know how it makes him think of me. If he thinks I get to live the life he wanted because he didn't take the chance. It isn't a bad secret but now that is has been quiet for so long, it makes me hate him. I hate him. It has also taught me that you can love someone and hate them at the same time. I wonder how this knowledge I have of him will affect me later on as I continue to grow up. I will keep hating him but I will keep his secret. If I tell, if I address it everything will fall down. The delicate house of cards he has built up making his life would fall apart and I am one of those cards and my life would come crashing down. If I told, I don't know who would still love me or hate me. I would ruin everything, the perfect white picket fence lie he has created would be gone and he would hate me. He isn't allowed to hate me. No father should hate his son but he would hate me and I would continue hating him. He can't hate me so I keep his secret. I keep hating him."</em></div><div class="Body">Here's the poem:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERpyshJmyfCxLIxRjJvdR0rO8VevdOXcrrcowa-JyfGu54FLCJuGh-XT8VoKhxsq3c9N6lukbiIW5DXYbaZb6MMuvMNk_iVvIp3Ex-WD9xpZ4v07PWsxpyqrXmqCM-iqE5gTiHxaRK6o/s1600/NO+FATHER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERpyshJmyfCxLIxRjJvdR0rO8VevdOXcrrcowa-JyfGu54FLCJuGh-XT8VoKhxsq3c9N6lukbiIW5DXYbaZb6MMuvMNk_iVvIp3Ex-WD9xpZ4v07PWsxpyqrXmqCM-iqE5gTiHxaRK6o/s320/NO+FATHER.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">No Father Should Hate His Son</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I have many secrets</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The drugs and dreams</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The sex and fears.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">They are meant to be told.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But there is one</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That eats me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s not my secret,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But I’m hiding it</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">For him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I hate him.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The scariest thing is</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">You can love</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And hate</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">At the same time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The life he has created,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The perfect white picket fence</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I found out, was a lie.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His life is a delicate house of cards,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He has built up</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">To fall apart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He isn't allowed to hate me,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And he can’t love me</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Because I am one of those cards,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">With him and his secrets,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I will come crashing down.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I hate him.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I will keep hating him.</span></i></div></span>Collage Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08095357713771306737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873127587814884680.post-13663269706778596282011-04-10T22:52:00.000-07:002011-04-10T22:52:33.996-07:00How I Became A Destroyer<a href="http://tellmeyrstory.livejournal.com/630.html?mode=reply">TELL ME YOUR STORY</a><br />
Here is the rough draft the beginning of a short story submitted to me by Eric Rodriguez. The story is called "How I Became A Destroyer."<br />
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<em>Veins are in the hedgerow bordering the blankness of his house – he thought, at last piecing together a memory of the previous summer, at the age of seven; seven, a magic number. Seven, a sexual number, and jumping to six, or seventeen. But, before seventeen, he is eight years old at the bay window of his childhood home in the green outlets of his empty green town, looking out.<br />
At the bay window, in the back of his house when he was seven and named Seth, he watched a ghost of a boy, naked, caught in sunlight by the hedgerow bordering the backyard. This boy, a ghost or walking birch, all milk and erect at the bush, about nine or so. It is noon, and boys look youngest at that time – perhaps this was an older man naked in the yard, beckoning, and Seth liked this thought too. But, this ghost boy, about nine or so, eludes time altogether, and stands erect at the bush in the yard of Seth’s childhood home. This was one day, for one moment, of the summer at seven.<br />
Seth is eight, and at the bay windowsill, still, gazing at the hulking roots of the hedgerow, like curving cocks fucking the rich soil. Veins are in the soil, then – veins, gateways to his growing up, to his bathing in the waters of another boy. He had a brow full of anticipation. A boy, sweaty, would come along to his backyard and they would mix sweat. They would beat brows. Disperse in sun-filled cornfields – two boys caught in stalks.<br />
Each morning Seth would behold an image of Hatshepsut and breathe out a prayerful of glossolalia. His boy would be sent forth by Hatshepsut, mother pharaoh. His dream boy would be sent to him by Hatshepsut, the stately elm tree in the backyard. Seth decided that if he were to invoke the gods, they must be living ones. Hatshepsut was the pharaoh become goddess, an elm tree in his backyard. In return of his morning songs she thought beautiful, she’d send him a boy from the milk of the clouds.<br />
Seth is eight years old, in cut off shorts and shirtless, waiting for his boy at the bay window of his childhood home. In seven minutes his boy will appear at the hedgerow. Seth does not know this.<br />
This is the dream of a boy living nowhere, America. A boy will come from an elm. He will come in flooding like the Nile. Every boy in America who dreams will dream of another boy, flooding in like the Nile. Every boy dreams of the Nile.<br />
Seth realizes he must bleed the veins in the soil onto Hatshepsut’s trunk for his boy to come. “shem, shim’lau, sheh’lau.” Seth thinks Hatshepsut likes words that start with the ‘shh’ sound. Seth walks, unshod feet and unshod chest, from the back door to the hedgerow. He walks to the cocks, ridged and twisting into rich soil, and kneels, tracing a finger along fiber. There are veins in the ground pumping red into the expanse under his house. The red brings the Nile. All gods are suffused in the rivulets spuming from a yearly promise. All boys, like Seth, want the Nile pouring down their necks, running down the smalls of their backs, licking the canals between their cheeks.<br />
He will exhume a heart from the soil for Hatshepsut, his great mother goddess – the elm tree.</em><br />
Here is the poem:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How I Became a Destroyer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He is piecing together the memory</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Of a ghost boy,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The red Nile running from his veins.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The blankness of the boy he thought beautiful.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The boy from the milk of the clouds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Naked, caught in the sunlight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Tracing a finger along</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His curving chest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">This is the dream of a boy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All boys who </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">dream of another boy</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Want be caught in his flood,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The twisting and growing of his back. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">All milk and dreams, he stands</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Naked, sweaty and beckoning,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Erect at the bush.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Waiting for his boy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His dream boy,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His childhood dream,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">In cutoff shorts and shirtless.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His veins pumping and flooding</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">With sexual anticipation. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The red Nile pouring down his neck,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He must bleed into the soil,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">For his heart to bath in the waters of another boy.</span></div>Collage Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08095357713771306737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873127587814884680.post-5398535600095767312011-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:002011-03-21T11:16:37.229-07:00This Girl<div class="comment-text">Here is the story, posted by anonymous at <a href="http://tellmeyrstory.livejournal.com/"><span style="color: #444444;">TellMeYrStory</span></a>.</div><div class="comment-text"><em>"This Girl:</em></div><div class="comment-text"><em>I don't think I've ever been in love. I guess I haven't if I have to really think about it. But I've come pretty damn close.</em><br />
<em>There was this girl. She was really beautiful. Not the kind of girl you point out at a party and think "I'm going to take her home." She wasn't like drop dead gorgeous. But she had the most loving smile, and amazing eyes. She had the biggest heart. And she was so interesting. She always surprised me. I never knew what was going to come out of her mouth. But everything she said intrigued me. She was an open book, but still so mysterious. I never really figured her out. I don't think anyone could.</em><br />
<em>Our sex was magical. It was amazing. We were so in sync. She's the only girl I ever looked in the eyes. Is that weird? I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. I didn't care about how her body looked or anything like that. She had this look in her eyes that always drew me in.</em><br />
<em>I don't know why it didn't work out. I'm probably leaving out big chunks of the story. I don't think she ever really knew how fascinated I was by her. I don't think I ever told her. Maybe I tried to show her. But I should have just told her, "Hey you're the most amazing girl I've ever met."</em><br />
<em>She looks great now. It's been awhile. We don't talk as much. But she always gives me that smile. You know that smile. That "you missed your chance" smile. I'm glad she has the confidence now to understand she's amazing. And I didn't deserve her.</em><br />
<em>I think if she ever gave me a second chance, I'd fall in love with her. I know I would. If she ever gave me a second chance, there's no way I'd ever let her leave again.</em><br />
<em>But she won't. And I don't blame her. She's going to do some really amazing things. And she doesn't need me by her side."</em></div><div class="comment-text"></div><div class="comment-text">Here is the poem:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMuJKmkRKM-YMmSyLXd468DPyCBYLV_lFQm_hexSPgT8ubCf5fHxCvqlvn2lIDo04lyFKbpZZWvwP3M9V2c5P6Fl_f9QVmp0JdoRE2RtBFUAePc4chtXk3UL9UW42fOR1WuXqEGJ9yVQ/s1600/This+Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMuJKmkRKM-YMmSyLXd468DPyCBYLV_lFQm_hexSPgT8ubCf5fHxCvqlvn2lIDo04lyFKbpZZWvwP3M9V2c5P6Fl_f9QVmp0JdoRE2RtBFUAePc4chtXk3UL9UW42fOR1WuXqEGJ9yVQ/s320/This+Girl.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This Girl</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I’ve never been in love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But there was this girl,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This beautiful girl.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She was an open book,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Leaving out big chunks of her story.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A mysterious girl,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That always drew me in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her eyes,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her body,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her mouth,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She was magical.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was fascinated by her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I couldn't take my eyes off of her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But I let her leave</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And I don’t blame her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She doesn't need me by her side.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I don't think I ever told her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I don't think she ever really knew</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That I’d fall in love with her</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If she ever gave me a chance.</span></div>Collage Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08095357713771306737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873127587814884680.post-40342433706386516272011-03-21T09:53:00.000-07:002011-03-21T11:21:29.551-07:00Defective SecretsHere is the story, posted by anonymous at <a href="http://tellmeyrstory.livejournal.com/">TellMeYrStory</a>.<br />
<em>"Secrets:</em><br />
<div class="comment-text"><em>I'm going to tell you some of my secrets. Nothing too big. Nothing earth shattering. Just things about me people won't know, because I don't show them.</em><br />
<em>I'm afraid of what I can do. I don't mean I fear success. I mean I fear the person I'm capable of being. I fear the thoughts in my head sometimes. I don't mean like I'm a crazy serial killer or anything. But I'm capable of hurting people. I do it intentionally sometimes.</em><br />
<em>I'm afraid that the thought of being alone and loneliness doesn't scare me. I'm afraid because it makes sense to me.</em><br />
<em>I'm afraid I'm not capable of trusting without doubt. I trust people. But there's always a chance something could go wrong. Something could change. You can't trust a person to always stay the same. It's not fair. Things will always grow to be different. I just can't trust that thought.</em><br />
<em>I'm afraid these thoughts and these fears are really debilitating. I have a pretty great life. I know I'm blessed. I know I'm lucky. But there are always these thoughts dragging me down. I don't know how to change. I don't know how to fix it. Sometimes it feels like I'm just always broken. Defective. Like I'm not doing this whole life thing right. Even if you try to fix me, there will always be the reminder that at one point, I was broken.</em><em><br />
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<em>That's all. Thanks. Good luck."</em></div><div class="comment-text"></div><div class="comment-text">Here is the poem:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7grku4XPLauwNAKOOPUiAtUjaRckPaJWlr4wp1Uk_7JFKGjAg5QG1jSSpSOf1-LE3oiSeI9a7yOfNz9dJdbA1f4-_PiRB6g4SPtsfdP9SYDE2j9LKw3YaXxVeda2m-kMMDFIraTPijgE/s320/Defective+Secrets.jpg" width="292" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm lucky.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm blessed.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm afraid.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm afraid of my secrets.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">These thoughts,</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">These fears</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Always dragging me down.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Loneliness doesn't scare me.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">It makes sense to me.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Because I fear the person I'm capable of being.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I can't trust the thoughts in my head.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I can't trust without doubt.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Things will always grow to be different.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm afraid I'm a crazy serial killer</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Or I'm afraid of being alone.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I don't know.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I don't know.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">But I know I'm capable of hurting people.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Intentionally.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">It's not fair,</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I know.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I'm broken.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Fix it.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Change me.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Fix me.</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">And even if you try,</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Good luck,</div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Because I will always be broken.</div>Collage Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08095357713771306737noreply@blogger.com0