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poem by Cye (jacs000001) about BLAME |
this poem is by Cye, My close friend that introduced me to writing.com. She told me that people have stopped checking out her port so i thought the least i could do was post one of her poems up. PLease rate it either here or at her port ..no matter to me! You can check out her port by going to authors and typing in Jacs000001. Thanks!!! Proximity by "Cye Leigh" I’ve touched the bottom of the pacific Fell off the top of the world Secured my seat and tray table in the upright and lock position So many times But I forget still Still I forget what doing can teach What anger and regret Forget to preach In the moments most needed When my strength is my weakness When my eyes glaze with desire And I succumb to this dirty little fetish Cos I can plague the most beautiful thing I can do it in the dirtiest way And I can pay For my mistakes I can clean up The damage of their life quakes In this ten year plan All I gotta do is sign here And Admit I was wrong. Sometimes I guess We just forget To read that Fine print That’s too fine To read Too fine to see What its trying to say Like maybe WRONG WAY In big BOLD letters She said I’ll learn my lesson When I get it. But shes gotten it And forgotten it And got lost Trying to live it Shes caked on the muck And fed it And now shes rottin in it’s Sticky consequences No less Than perfect Picket white fences Surrounding this sad little girl Locking her up In a mistake-less world To show her how pure How perfect She is-n’t Yes I’ve watched the sun Succumb to the oceans pearly blue depths Blew with the yellow deserts sand dunes I’ve been locked up in a gray room With one dim light Swinging Swinging Swinging from the ceiling Hypnotizing The truth I’ve pushed and pulled And played With This little girl To see how far I could go With out giving in And with out considering Where I’ve already been but as far as I can tell living this living hell I have yet to see No more than the proximity Of purity or perfection So I’ll just add this mistake This fault To my collection And learn to consider The costs rather than wait for my innoncents to be falsely bought with porcelain smiles and generous deeds with a guilty conscience and more tricks up my sleeve. Cos I’ve sat back against the stone cold wall Of a castle Of a stare And I’ve watched The stupidity Blossoming there Like when they always Look for someone to blame They scan the room for somewhere to aim They have itchy trigger fingers Wrapped around a child’s gun Always ready to point But to never ever make one cos i've been all over the world now and I have yet to see No more than the proximity Of purity or perfection Just hypocrites glazed with transparent corruption But when I look into their eyes I see my reflection I see through their disguise Their pockets full of lies The truths they forgot to mention See I’ve taken that extra step To accept What I’ve done Rather than point twisted fingers And run. |