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    dots Submission Name: I Tell Myselfdots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 277
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 487
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       Ramblings of the sick girl.

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    dotsI Tell Myselfdots

    I'm waking up late with another headache,
    angry that the snooze button
    will only put consciousness on hold for
    seven minutes.
    I left the window open last night,
    so when it starts to rain the blinds
    stick together and the dust there
    turns to speckly mud.
    I tell myself, you should close that.
    I don't. I go downstairs.

    I'm sitting on the couch under two blankets,
    wishing I had socks, regretting
    that I sat down before I made tea,
    before I turned up the heat,
    because there's no way I'm getting up now.
    But I tell myself, it's cold down here.
    I tell myself, you should fix that.

    I'm getting up, shivering around the house,
    closing my window, turning on the fireplace,
    making some disgustingly weak tea.
    I tell myself, you should put on socks.
    I don't. I go back to the couch and drink.

    I'm thinking of you. I think of
    tea and coffee and cider and twirls of steam
    and you. I drink slowly, I watch the flames,
    and I am being consumed.
    I tell myself, it's cold down here.
    I tell myself, you should fix that.

    And I'm thinking of you some more
    and my tea grows cold but
    my insides are starting to smolder.
    I ask myself, It burns, doesn't it?
    I tell myself, you're going to destroy yourself.

    So then I'm taking some pills for my headache
    and the tea is cold so I set it aside,
    and I stop thinking about you the only way
    I am aware of.
    I put on some socks, hide under the blankets,
    and go back to sleep.

    Submitted on 2007-10-10 22:53:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I like it. I like it so much that it has inspired me-who hasn't written anything in over a year-to try to write a poem on the spot. It's nothing profound, but here goes...

    Whose eyes are these? Whose eyes
    might scan these letters, lending light
    to a pen that better writes beneath
    the shadow of a tall tree?
    I'd like her to know,
    I'm jealous of her tea. ~~~
    | Posted on 2007-10-11 00:00:00 | by Aaron Felix | [ Reply to This ]

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