Unpacking Boxes (501 hits)
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Submitted by ih8u2man (View user info) at 2007-08-13 19:12:25 EDT
Sitting on her patio, she reaches for her cigarettes and lights one elegantly.
She is graceful in her movements, as if choreographed by the masters.
Tragically artisitc with her inhale,
thin whisps of cancerous smoke diffuse inside her chest.
And she thinks.
And she closes her eyes.
And she's exhales.
She didn't want to unpack the boxes he left.
She didn't want to do that today.
I told her that she should.
And sorry eyes make it hard to leave you alone.
So she puts the filter to her lips.
And she thinks.
And she closes her eyes.
And she exhales.
She tilts her head ever so slightly,
watching the tall grasses flow in summer's sunlight.
There is an ebb and flow like the tide with every little zephyer.
She watches as the world inhales.
Each wind a breath,
bringing change,
taking shape.
She unpacked the boxes shortly after we talked.
She found the some of the songs she forgot.
She found the books that she missed and one that wasn't hers.
She smelled his cologne and washed it off of her.
Through his shirts out in the trash,
with the wasted tears and memories that were never meant to last.
She knew that this day meant something.
She soon found more than her old things.
She found more than what she'd left behind,
more than memories in her mind,
there was more inside those boxes.
There was life and love and time.
But there was more inside those boxes.
She was in there too.
It was her that she would find.
I hope I made it better.
Waving your guns up in the air,
pointing your head down to the ground.
I'm playing dumb,riding the subway, thinking of you.
There's a place that we can go.
Somewhere deep inside our mind.
No one's there but you and me.
No one takes it.
The F train.
No one rides it.
Just me.
So she unpacked those boxes today.
And she didn't really want to.
But there was more inside those boxes,
there were things that she had hid.
There were memories,
there were thoughts,
there was lives that once were lived.
So I put the filter to my lips.
And I think.
And I closes my eyes.
And we exhale.
She unpacked her heart today.
And I'm glad I was there.
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Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-08-25 13:54:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hope I made it better.
Waving your guns up in the air,
pointing your head down to the ground.
I'm playing dumb,riding the subway, thinking of you.
There's a place that we can go.
Somewhere deep inside our mind.
No one's there but you and me.
No one takes it.
The F train.
No one rides it.
Just me.
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have another.
wow.
Submitted by HateMudkips (user info) at 2007-08-14 02:59:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fuck yeah, books from boxes by maximo park
that recollection is in no small part due to my roommate who is "a superior cybernetic prototype" as well as a culinary master.
Submitted by HateMudkips (user info) at 2007-08-14 02:54:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
...
you know this reminded me of a song i was just listening to, but can't for life of me remember the name of said song, artist performing said song or why i'm going to stay up til 4AM trying to recall those details whilst re-reading this in hopes it will jog memory towards remembering song this entry brought to mind in the first place. also, you may insert your e-penis inside any of my orifices at any time.
Submitted by charminglybeef (user info) at 2007-08-14 02:32:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Roused me from my apathetic slumber.
Good stuff.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2007-08-14 02:00:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
poetry is ghey
Submitted by Wompom (user info) at 2007-08-14 01:17:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Normally I hate non-rhyming, wannabe poems with someone getting "enter" key happy... But I actually really liked this one. Still think it would've been better without the constant return key thing.
Submitted by Fatterrific (user info) at 2007-08-13 23:36:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Dudes who write poetry are kinda sissies.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-08-13 21:21:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
zephyer- I'm guessing your pretty good at scrabble, or you keep a thesaurus handy.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-08-13 20:42:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-08-13 20:01:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Waving your guns up in the air,
pointing your head down to the ground.
I'm playing dumb,riding the subway, thinking of you.
There's a place that we can go.
Somewhere deep inside our mind.
No one's there but you and me.
No one takes it.
The F train.
No one rides it.
Just me.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:51:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
lovely. especially like the end part
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:38:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:20:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
hahahaha..
no problem. it's kinda YOUR thing.
carry on.
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:17:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:16:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Sorry. You know what I'm going to do. I...just...can't...fight...the...urge...
http://www.ubersite.com/m/110784
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-13 19:15:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Every day she takes a morning bath as she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her, as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it's just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee, and she finds it hard to stay awake,
It's just another day. Du du du du du
It's just another day. Du du du du du
lt's just another day.
Ay
so sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don't stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather 'round her, and she finds it hard to stay alive,
It's just another day. Du du du du du
It's just another day. Du du du du du
It's just another day.
Ay
so sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don't stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her, as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat.
Ah, it's just another day. Du du du du du
It's just another day.