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A voice that wasn't me or wasn't mine,
Said...
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βI love you more than I love me,
And that, to me, means something.β
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See, everyone gets different versions of us.
I know one person who saw me truly,
But also, never knew me.
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One person saw the girl live* in color,
Pink underwearβ
Took a little peak.
Orange bikini
And aqua blues.
Crimson toes
That cut through a soul,
Trying to take me for a blow.
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One person saw red lipsβ
Tediousβ
Black hole sun
And black manicure to match.
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Magenta skirt,
Oozing hurt,
But never not a flirt
And never intentionally.
Hardly listening...
My mind's been fussing with me,
Buzzing on something.
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And have I been telling lies,
Or just selling yours for mine?
Now, I've got movie lines.
Will you buy a ticket...
Or remain vindictive?
Remain indifferent
And full of horse shit?
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I got off mine,
Walked the rest of the way to the High Priestess.
She said, βYes, pleaseβsis...
Listen.
I can't help you
And you can't help him.
It's all too calculative.
Gotta save yourselves!
'Sink or swim,'
As they like to put it.
My help to you, as it is.β
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Advice
Is for, too, the columnist;
For the Oracle.
No, I don't miss home.
I just miss my bones.
Hate to break it to you, though,
I only miss the phones
For feeling so alone.
I miss versions of them,
Versions without revenge.
Pieces of a picture,
Now broken.
Not worth the commotion.
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The devil went down to...
The water.
Scattered his thoughts,
Gathered his father,
Came back a little softer.
I sat on a wave
On a boat
On a tiradeβ
But it ain't my rage.
And it's not a war I'm waging.
It's yours I'm waiting...
For a fulfilling ending.
A final warning:
Don't come find me
Until I find me.
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Watch the waves,
Watch the waves
From my side
To your coast.
Your ghost.
βStay close.β
Two words
And I just don't know...
What they mean, really.
Silly how we complicate things.
As for you,
Where will you be?
βReality.β
That was me...
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A voice from a version of myself
I've yet to see.
I just heard it so plainly,
So frankly.
So strangely.
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Don't wait up for the moon
'Cause the sun won't wait on you.
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| live*
/lΔ«v/ adjective: live 1. not dead or inanimate; living.
***11:21 AM on 4.27 (2024) β alt title:
Versions v. Virgins (of Ourselves)
Channeled playlist (songs that have haunted my brain over the past few days):
'Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me' by Elton John + George Michael
'Sorry' by Justin Bieber
'The Middle' by Demi Lovato
'Haunt' by Bastille
'Nadie (No One)' by Prima J
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And now it's been almost 6 months since...
With a bonus song below:
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(If you're still here, light a green candle for good fortune and abundance.)
Until next time. <3
About the Creator
Γngel Sierra
Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!
Comments (2)
Oooo, this was so poignant and intense. Loved your poem!
Bravo, I was not let down at all. Cheers. Warren