Sea of Never

It's poetry for the people. Because cats don't read much.

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K. Shawn Edgar
Carbon Noise Poetry
Needs You

Sea of Never

Poetry for the people, because cats don't read much.

Rapture this Verse


http://kshawnedgar.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/sea-of-never/

K. Shawn Edgar
Carbon Noise Poetry
Needs You
To Read
Daily

Brochure

Brochure
 
Take my picture
And put me in the brochure
My cousin’s in the Navy
She brought me an afghan
If you got a minute
I’ll show you my tattoos
This one’s a hedgehog
And here I got a turtle with rockets
 
Take my picture
And put me in the brochure
I don’t have cancer
But I came from an unwed mother
She said not to fuss
Our pool held no water
She said don’t steal
I told her to stop giving me reason
 
Take my picture
And put me in the brochure
My brother’s a deadbeat
He’s tired from working
If you don’t mind stopping
I’ll show you my dog’s puppies
They were born with no eyes
Just fur covered sockets
I live in a dream
But you’re too awake to notice
 
Take my picture
And put me in the brochure
Because you’ll never slow down
Not enough to really see me
You’ll just look at the snapshot
On the way to get a fancy coffee
And under your breath
You’ll thank God you’re not me
 
So take my big picture
And stick it in your brochure

Sunspots

I hate the open sky and the long road. I reject the bitter cold of the blazing sun; its wavering mirage blisters my horizon.

Don't Marry the Broken One

I hate you. 

I hate your flawed love. I hate your selfish decisions and all the unneeded crualties. Your mistakes and your miscommunications are forever scratched into my guts, and a poision is there, distilled from your absuses, killing each cell of me again and again. 

You never meant what you said, your words seldom matching your thoughts. And I hate you for that. Your deeds in front of me were only airbrushed magazine images, designed to fool me, to content me. 

Why? Because you didn't want to hurt me? You hurt me, you betrayed me.

I hate you because you were broken on arrival. Your apparent wholeness and freshness false, just shattered pieces of girl propped up by courage and style.

Beyond all, we should have been forever; you promised and inscribed it. So now, I guess, I hate you the most for using and discarding 10 years of my life. The best part of my 30s -- I'll never get back. And that is your fault.  

I hate you, forever and always. I mean it even if you don't.

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