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How far gone
was I that I
didn't even
recognize
a tender touch,
a kind word?
So far gone,
flinching at the
slightest touch,
wincing at every
word you ever spoke;
…and you
never spoke
out of love…
Wrapped so tight
to the point
of numbness,
I couldn't feel
the pain inflicted.
My body is
still addicted
to your cold ways.
-Brian Shuffett/Kat Ward
-June 26th, 2010
was I that I
didn't even
recognize
a tender touch,
a kind word?
So far gone,
flinching at the
slightest touch,
wincing at every
word you ever spoke;
…and you
never spoke
out of love…
Wrapped so tight
to the point
of numbness,
I couldn't feel
the pain inflicted.
My body is
still addicted
to your cold ways.
-Brian Shuffett/Kat Ward
-June 26th, 2010
Literature
Sea of Shadows
Sea of Shadows
The clock strikes,
Midnight
Something doesn't,
Feel right
Streetlights,
Surrounded by,
Shadows full of fright
And a cold haze settles over,
The city and your soul
(You feel...)
You feel angry,
And you feel scared,
Your senses heightened,
So much more aware,
Than you ever thought they could be
You feel tired,
And you feel alone
In this sea of shadows,
You're on your own,
With this land of unreality
(You...feel...surreal...)
The sound of clicking boots,
Against stone
Your heart struggles to beat,
To answer with it's own tone
Blurred shapes,
Slink around,
The edges of the light
You feel this need t
Literature
When You're Gone
When you leave, I hurt
I cannot help it, nor do I want to,
Me loving you this much is what you deserve
Were there any doubts,
About how each of us feels,
How we feel right now, proves it is real
When you're gone, I feel empty,
I feel alone, and I feel scared,
And yet I still feel the same happiness I do when you're there
These days and nights, they cannot be avoided,
But knowing this doesn't take away the pain,
Still, it's a small price to pay for the choice in love we've made
When you're gone, I feel lost, I feel black,
And the one thing, the only thing, that saves me,
Is that I KNOW you're coming back
You will come back, I kn
Literature
Lose Yourself
What's the point in leaving footprints
if no one's going to follow them?
And what's the point in screaming
if no one's going to hear you?
And what's the point in crying
if no one's going to wipe away the tears?
What's the point
in getting lost
if no one's going to notice you're missing?
if no one's going to come looking for you?
if no one's going to care?
Footsteps.
Falling faster than your tears.
Pounding on the cement,
only sound louder is your heart.
Breath wheezing,
sense leaving,
panic creeping.
Do all these houses look the same,
or have I been
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This is my second collaboration with the über-talented Kat Ward. The first stanza was written by Kat, the second stanza by me, and the third was written by us both. She has also posted the piece here - [link] - and it would mean a lot to me that IF you're going to it here, to follow the link and it there as well!
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you two did a great job on this!!!