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At the Risk of Saying Too Much
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I laid on my back in the grass
and let the wet dew sink
into my clothes.
A soft breeze settled over
the rolling hills as the mist began
to reside.
I looked up at the sky as
the fog began to ascend
back into it's vast blue sea in the sky.
I watched for hours as the thick
gray clouds wandered off
and allowed the puffy white
marshmallow wonders reclaim their territory.
And every cloud reminded me of you.
Not the typical inanimate shapes
often seen within the soft
pillow fluff.
I saw vivid, well detailed
images of your face within the
sky.
Maybe the guilt was eating at me
and remorse was beginning
to lead to hallucinations.
I couldn't escape your face,
honey it was every
where.
I was surrounded by constant
reminders of you
and I was beginning to think
that maybe it was karma.
The universe has a funny way of
telling you when you've
messed up.
A swift kick in the ass delivered
directly from Buddha himself,
as he reminded me of the modest
living I had once
held so dearly.
But to err is to human,
but other things make us human
as well.
Love was my downfall. It brought me
to my knees and left me
wanting more.
Well I'm stubborn as ever and
even when you turn me down
or tell me it's just not meant
to be, I refuse to believe.
Maybe we're not meant to be,
and I'm destined to be some
old fashioned lonesome.
But one trait you can never
strip me of is my determination,
and if I could give you the world
even that wouldn't be enough
to fully get you to understand
the extent of my love.
Even if you could never possibly
be with me
at least I could fail knowing
I did everything in my power
to show you.
And at the end of the day,
not much else matters
if your fingers interlace mine
and your lips align perfectly
I could make my resignation
knowing you
gave me a lot more than I deserve.
and let the wet dew sink
into my clothes.
A soft breeze settled over
the rolling hills as the mist began
to reside.
I looked up at the sky as
the fog began to ascend
back into it's vast blue sea in the sky.
I watched for hours as the thick
gray clouds wandered off
and allowed the puffy white
marshmallow wonders reclaim their territory.
And every cloud reminded me of you.
Not the typical inanimate shapes
often seen within the soft
pillow fluff.
I saw vivid, well detailed
images of your face within the
sky.
Maybe the guilt was eating at me
and remorse was beginning
to lead to hallucinations.
I couldn't escape your face,
honey it was every
where.
I was surrounded by constant
reminders of you
and I was beginning to think
that maybe it was karma.
The universe has a funny way of
telling you when you've
messed up.
A swift kick in the ass delivered
directly from Buddha himself,
as he reminded me of the modest
living I had once
held so dearly.
But to err is to human,
but other things make us human
as well.
Love was my downfall. It brought me
to my knees and left me
wanting more.
Well I'm stubborn as ever and
even when you turn me down
or tell me it's just not meant
to be, I refuse to believe.
Maybe we're not meant to be,
and I'm destined to be some
old fashioned lonesome.
But one trait you can never
strip me of is my determination,
and if I could give you the world
even that wouldn't be enough
to fully get you to understand
the extent of my love.
Even if you could never possibly
be with me
at least I could fail knowing
I did everything in my power
to show you.
And at the end of the day,
not much else matters
if your fingers interlace mine
and your lips align perfectly
I could make my resignation
knowing you
gave me a lot more than I deserve.
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I hated that story, and I hated Hemingway for writing it...but I think I've gone a little soft in my old age, because suddenly that story seems beautiful in its simplicity. And that's kind of what I see here, with this piece -- you've created a very complex sort of simplicity, and the most interesting things are the ones that you don't talk about. The images, too, are fantastic...very vivid and illustrative.
Excellent work!
Excellent work!