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Disown
Contributed by
Chamaron
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Friday, 14th May 2010 @ 09:40:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Disown Is a slow disconnect Followed by a turn and run
Not a glass breaking In the sink But lightning striking A rotten tree, Mercy For the falling
An awkward glance We aren't we now Division of shampoos
Do you have a figure To resemble me? No, no one ever could Make the same mistakes
Where does all the weight go When the sacrificial lamb Runs away? Who holds the dirty laundry When your coat rack walks out?
Your welcome mat was inside out That's my reason Because I know and I hope You'll always wonder why
This is the kind of mistake I'll never regret But always apologize for, Because I'm sorry I wasn't so quiet That you could hear The walls scream for themselves
Everyone knew And yet I am the shame For saying what forbidden thoughts Wrote when they passed notes Across our eyelids while we were asleep
The dream of mine come true Standing on our mountain of skeletons I dragged out of the closet To sleep in my bed So the mattress wouldn't be lonely Once I left your home for good
No, disown is not a sudden Liars say it's a run away It is my vindication, My stand, my statement; Home was never here.
Copyright ©
Chamaron
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2010-05-14 21:40:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Disown
(User Rating: 1 ) by elle on
Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 12:26:00 AM AEST (User
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Sad. . . this finality. . .
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Re: Disown
(User Rating: 1 ) by Breezy on
Sunday, 16th May 2010 @ 08:54:07 AM AEST (User
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An emotional unheaval that we never quite fully
understand, or in some cases, recover from.
This is so painfully poetic. Indifference is such
an anguished emotion. And disown follows the
pain of indifference. This is awash with such pain
and sadness. It's almost too hard to read.
Excellently written. -- Achelois
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