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eda-thoughts-digest      Thursday, August 1 2002      Volume 05 : Number 039




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  ET: poem preference help :)   ["Charles Liotta" <unrequitedfilms@hotmail.c]

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 16:37:07 -0700
From: "Charles Liotta" <unrequitedfilms@hotmail.com>
Subject: ET: poem preference help :) 

I wrote two very different poems on the same thought.  I was hoping some 
list members might tell me which version they like better and why.  The 
first one is obviously more structured and in depth, but it reads a little 
rough.  The second says only the main thought and leaves the rest up to the 
imagination.  Anyway, let me know what you think.  By the way, this isn't 
meant to sound at all threatening.  More so desperate and violently 
emotional, not violent.  If you could, let me know what impression it leaves 
  you with.  If it's scary or something I don't want it to be, but it would 
be good to know.  (Inspired by Lori Carson's "Head in a Box."  For those of 
you who liked Jewel's early stuff and miss the personal honesty, I highly 
recommend all of Lori's stuff.)

If words could truly cut like a knife
Id write you a poem
		To cripple my arms
	That long only to hold you
		To pierce my eyes
	That open only to see you
		To lop off my ears
	That listen only to hear you
		To dismember my lips
	That know only to kiss you
		To peel off my skin
	That wants only to touch you
		To pith my brain
	That thinks only to please you
		To maim my muscles
	That move only to meet you
		To break all my bones
	That ache only to greet you
		To stick in my guts
	That ail only to know you
And leave you my heart, as its all I have left
As its always belonged; tacit, bereft


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If words could truly cut like a knife,
Id write a poem that would rip your heart out.



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