Ok, these aren't as angry. They are a bit more thoughtful. But the impulse to write them was the same x
DON'T CRY FOR ME
I guess what surprised me most Was that I didn't cry. We had done our share of fighting And I knew why We had to end it.
We did not shout about it. There were no lies. Finally, there was honesty between us. We did not hide From the truth that it was over.
It was the right choice. I have to believe that. I cannot choose to stop And regret that we could Have done things differently.
It is for the best. I will not cry.
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ON FREEDOM
I have thought recently of freedom Of what freedom means. I have decided I want none of it. What is fredom anyway?
It is a nothingness surrounding me. It is the freedom of a tree uplifted From the comfort of soil, A tree fallen, branches faltering.
Or a boat torn from the safety of the dock Swaying on the waves, heading for the rocks. Or a man without a home, on the street, In the deep dark night, alone.
Death too, is a kind of freedom. But few would welcome its eternity.
I wish to be rooted, tied down, enclosed In a warm embrace, free to love and To be loved, and knowing my place I want the freedom of a lover's arms The freedom to be seduced by a lover's charms
And if that is not freedom, Then willingly, I submit to slavery.
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WILLOW TREE
I stood beneath the willow tree A thousand stars above of me But all my dreams like trampled leaves Lay faded at my feet.
I cried beneath the willow tree And each tear fell into the stream That flowed like life in front of me It just kept flowing by.
One day I'll die beneath this tree And maybe folks will mourn for me Perhaps a lover will shed a tear Til then I'll just be waiting here.
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MAP
I made a map of Leeds today So I could remember Everywhere I left you So I could retrace the path We made together.
The room where I met you The club where I kissed you The bed where I touched you The house where I loved you
I rewalked the path we walked Long ago, trying to remember When it was I knew I loved you But as it grew dark
I found the places we argued The bench where you broke me The step where you lied The street where I cried
When I said it was over I have to remember these places too So I can remember how it happened How I came to hate you.
quote: Originally posted by: lizbian " One day I'll die beneath this tree And maybe folks will mourn for me Perhaps a lover will shed a tear Til then I'll just be waiting here. "
This is my favouritist bit
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Comes across all shy and coy, just another nancy boy.
Not very angry today, but I am liking them, not that I can really comment. knowing nothgina bout poetry like I do. I like Map, and and On Freedom best.
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I reserve... I reserve... I have a reservation... I HAVE a reservation.. What do you mean its not in the computer?
