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    dots Submission Name: Dead Gentlemandots
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    Author: LucyDiamond
    ASL Info:    17/F/Sky
    Elite Ratio:    3.9 - 365/575/251
    Words: 153
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
    Total Views: 351
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       About a dead gentleman. Who is really dead. Wow! I know:

    I am sooo deceptive.


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    dotsDead Gentlemandots
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    A real gentleman.
    A real, live, living

    dead gentleman.

    Every night before we dine
    he brings me an absolute red rose
    or a boquet of wildflowers
    he picked in his pretty mind

    and we enjoy our time together.

    We laugh, we cry, and we smile
    because today could be our last.
    He understands this, and so
    every moment we spend together

    is really like saying goodbye.

    He can’t hold my hand
    and so he embraces my heart
    but never really satisfies
    exactly what it needs, and I know

    no one ever will.

    When he brings me home
    we kiss, but not really. Because
    we always seem to have better things to do.
    We simply smile and say,

    “Well, it was so nice to see you again.”

    And another night,
    after another day,
    I say goodbye

    to my dead gentleman.




    Submitted on 2007-06-29 03:19:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This makes me think of spending evenings with dead gentlemen never met, such as Wilde or Shelley, like magical invisible friends leaping alive out of books who can embrace your heart but never hold your hand or really ever fully satisfy but still help escape lonliness for a wonderful brief while.

    but never really satisfies
    exactly what it needs, and I know

    no one ever will.


    That line is really pessimistic, sticks out against the dreamy romantic tone, as if those who could are long gone or that the living are too messy and needy to ever be such a gentleman as a dead man can. There's a definite sad hopelessness to the line.

    He understands this, and so
    every moment we spend together

    is really like saying goodbye.


    These lines too have that meloncholic feel, though I think there's something defiently romantic and beautiful about enjoying each moment as a goodbye, a memorable farewell, something to think back to and smile before you move on to the next of your dead gentlemen.
    | Posted on 2007-06-29 00:00:00 | by Icarus | [ Reply to This ]
      he who comes to you with the wings of angels...?


    taking this from the perspective that he is really dead [though i think if you hadnt have said anything in your description i could have gladly believed him to be alive or dead... theres arguement enough for both in my mind] this is well thought out. well played out. confusing but not too confusing. just confusing enough to make the reader skeptical that they are reading what they are readng and not misinterpretting your words...
    very cunningly done.

    i know that when my boy friend ended his life [and this is gonna sound weird and i dont usually say this out loud all that often] that for the first 3 days after his death he was right beside me. i kid you not. every where i went i was so aware of his presence with me. to the point that i was so self conscious in the shower and simply hated going to the bathroom. now i know that sounds silly but that was my experience and if you had have asked me before this experience if i believed in such phenomenon i would have told you outright that no i did not believe...


    i like that he is a gentleman.
    gentleman connotates politeness, manners, opening doors and allowing you to go through them first, opening car doors... sometimes even romance. old school style that isnt forced. that doesnt take you beyond your comfort level... he doesnt expect anything of you and there is no demand on your being... you feel completely and entirely comfortable round him...
    and in the light of this your ghostly gentleman is always welcome and together you stroll through memories and what have you...



    but i have to be honest and say i feel like i am missing something...



    thats what makes me think there is just as much to advocate that he is physically living but mentally/emotionally/spiritually dead and that is why he doesnt try anything on you and that is why he seems so full of manners and other gentlemanly traits...

    yeah... no idea.
    useless comment.
    well done
    | Posted on 2007-06-29 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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