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    dots Submission Name: James Islanddots

    Author: Black Rock Tractor
    Elite Ratio:    3.78 - 555/824/140
    Words: 125
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsJames Islanddots

    me speaking, talking, whatever, what-have-you
    of my life and its facets
    as if there is something original
    or tragic.

    more than anything my stories summon laughter
    from you. I intend this and abhor it,
    for what its worth.

    It means a lot to me, and have you noticed? Sex appeal visits me only on dark occasions;
    I hate this. I want you to want
    me in the sunlight.

    I want someone to want me in some light,
    someone like you but less broken by me.

    little chance of that with me typing, talking,
    whatever, what-have-you, here by myself,
    sad and unoriginal, my dick deprived,
    my skin still longing,
    my tongue moved only by words.

    Submitted on 2010-01-21 01:56:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      So you are that rock that Paul Simon sings about... I wondered.

    I feel this piece, and I know it...

    "more than anything my stories summon laughter
    from you. I intend this and abhor it,
    for what its worth."

    I'm the clever little clown in your computer that you summon for conversation and to make you happy... I know everything you like to hear, say things you like, and as long as I perform correctly, you spend time with me....

    I'm the chipped little german-blonde figurine with the steel rod up my ass that spins around for your amusement... and when you open the lid, I dance, I enchant, I entertain, and when you close the lid.... I go away again, until your fingers and eyes want me...

    Sunlight is something you never intended to share with me. So, I'll find my own without you.

    | Posted on 2010-01-24 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
    It always feel slightly pointless commenting on poetry I've made a 'favorite' because I pretty much expect that to say enough; that this left a distinct and heavy impression on me and I want it close so that I can read it again without traipsing over to your page because I'm lazy like that.

    But oh well, here I am to ramble anyway...

    ..bear with me.

    Obviously (well, I guess not so obviously to you) I lack a penis, but this did put exactly into words that which I have struggled to sum up in short order. Which is the great thing about poetry, really, and being a reader of it.

    It can define a thought/feeling/image in a way that nothing else can.

    Because I felt this way for a very, very long time and only am now fully feeling what it's like not to wanted on certain terms or only in certain ways. Always compensating, always suffering the consequences, where you sorta take what you can get because you're not sure if there's more you or someone else can offer, or will offer.

    There is such a strong sense of defeat and depletion, but this is so incredibly honest.

    It's honesty is what caught me, and all those exceptional lines....

    | Posted on 2010-01-21 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]

    i think i've read this before
    and it's a roundhouse and round about good,
    wheeling back to an under careful, careful honesty that endears this piece of writing to me. Surely i've faved this already? or maybe i was more reverent of what it might have cost do get it down just so.

    ' I hate this. I want you to want
    me in the sunlight.'

    so gritty you could mistake it for burnished.
    | Posted on 2010-01-21 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]

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