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A Prisoners wife

Author: JADE
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A Prisoners wife

A Prisoner's Wife
"rainbow roun' mah shoulder"- Im the rainbow over my soldier.

He stands at attention when I call out his name.
He runs laps during rain's down pour.
He gets badges when we win wars.

Life holds him captive in his heart. Im the Prisoner's Wife.

Shackled by the rules, handcuffed by mistakes, caged by their words; he holds on to my words in secret scarlet letters sealed with a kiss. Im his sunshine after days of no light. The fresh breathe of air when the steel doors open. His smile, my relief of fustration.

Its like holding your breathe when your not trying to breathe, hoping that Chariot will come before you punk out and breathe again. Wonder why God picked you; why give me an Angel I cant have? A bird that cant fly, a soul that wont rest. A Prisoners wife in as much of a cell as the prisoner; both crave a touch, a glimpse of pleasure. A kiss, a sweet kiss would get us through a second, a minute,a year- 19 months.

Paint a tear under my eye and it will multiply; no battle scar will paint a picture of war as vivdly as my heart can. My heart will breathe the fear and desperation will pull a trigger on any enemy of our good memories. Who dares stand in the way of our victory?
Either with us or against us- dont believe in us? Leave us. Love created us-life captured us, arrested us. Finger printed and took pictures of us. Put us in a line up and accused of us of being in love. Guilty as charged.
Death Row cant hold us- too strong to be in a 180 linear collection of blocks. Lethal Injection cant kill us- veins built to last through poison- liquid, solid, emotional, physical, friend, family, situations, life- ANY POISON.
And so we're free.

My solider stands at attention when I call his name;cause I need him. Runs laps during rain pours, because my tears make him strong. Gets badges when we win wars; together we're an army.... I stand by my soldier; prisoner or no prisoner,
Im AM his wife.

Partner in life;
apple to an eye,
I feel what he feels,
goes through his trials and tribulations,
as he goes through mine,
for I am HIM and HE is ME.
We are ONE.

Submitted on 2006-02-26 00:26:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  The one single thing that kept me going through this piece toward the end was the complete lack of unifying style... like a performance piece script on speed. You have so many ideas and directions that are coming from everywhere that the chaos of it all was enjoyable. Not sure what you can do with this, but hey, the rules were made to be broken.

Thanks for sharing!

| Posted on 2006-02-26 00:00:00 | by Cigarz | [ Reply to This ]
i quite like the thing u've written...i like in particular the lines

He stands at attention when I call out his name.
He runs laps during rain's down pour.
He gets badges when we win wars.

Life holds him captive in his heart. Im the Prisoner's Wife.

for I am HIM and HE is ME.
We are ONE.

I think it evokes me to think about a lot of stuff...that i hadnt thought of ever earlier...
what i like best is the form u've used...u've put a lyrical piece in the start, rather captivating...and the rest is like a narration...i like it !
Do read my work and comment on it!
| Posted on 2006-02-26 00:00:00 | by mihir | [ Reply to This ]
  At first I was not into it, but as I keep going you finally caught my attention towards the middle till the end. That's when your writing became powerful to me and really had depth and powerful meaning. I loved this, mainly because I could relate to having a soulmate. This had passion, determination, and a strong sense of love and loyalty. I think you did good with the word play in some places and I think you did a very fine job.

| Posted on 2006-02-26 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]

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