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a nonymous confession, please.The last time I wrote about you,
the only time I wrote about you,
I could still remember what your
voice sounded like. Now I'm just
peeling bandages off my sleeves,
pretending I can laugh about my
wounds in a year or so.

But I only have courage
when there's a "dis" in
front of it. Like the "dis"
in disappointment. Are
you disappointed? Not
as much as I am

humiliated, ashamed,
self-afflicted secrecy;
i call deliberate embarrassment.
you know,,, i'm the kind of kid
that never undresses his scars.

whispers in the grave.You whispered about the long-dead-lost
and the long-lost-dead, buried six feet
below the sour mud. Each word trickled
down my spine like ice chips insinuating
themselves in the tiny, tenuous crevices
where bone meets muscle.

I wanted to stop your full, sweet lips
from moving, halt those perfect white
teeth in place so I could pretend your
candy mouth wasn't as sour as the corpse-
filled mud, wasn't as filthy and corrupt.

But they didn't stop, and I wondered what
long-dead-lost and long-lost-dead, what
pale fleshed corpses rested six feet
below your memories - and I wondered if
I would weep the same ghastly tears.

one to one hundredonce upon a time, i didn't believe in sleep,
[just in paint splatters, midnight winds and ignoring time differences.]

once upon a time, i knew there was more to life
[than sparkly nailpolish, final exams and white shoes that turn gray anyway.]

once upon a time, i thought that wishes came true,
[now i know there's a lot even 1000 paper cranes can't solve.]

once upon a time, i tried running away,
[to australia, atlantis, neverland – anywhere but here.]

once upon a time, i was just a little girl -
and you could still make me cry.

and now -[1] today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all.

      [2] today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words  - are you?

      [3] today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness.

      [4] today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all.

      [5] today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to c

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edit: wow! Most favs of all my deviations

And I was doubting whether I should upload it in the first place!
It is a shame, though, that people fav without leaving a comment. I much prefer a good comment about what you like and what you don't like, or with some interesting interpretations or anything...

I know it is a lot to ask and I know it is difficult to give good, helpful critiques.. but I'm asking for it anyway

edit (again): wow! I've received so many great comments and helpful critiques and everything now! Thanks

So, I'm going to use this (probably short) burst of fame to do some shameless self-promotion: here's a link to this other poem I've written using an online-version of magnetic poetry..

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maybe you'd like to check that out as well. And of course, checking out any other poems or photographs that are on my gallery is always much appreciated. I also have dutch poems for all yah dutch-speaking people out there! xD