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The Curve Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Stacie Brantley, United States Mar 21, 2004
Environment   Poetry

  

Can't accept it

Won't forget it

Can't speak quickly enough

Try to brush it off

But it's sitting on the counter

Then the chair

In the lights and in my hair

You're on the stairs

The driveway to

Then on a table, what happened to you?

Not fast enough

The curve not tight enough

Push it to the limits

Bust out a move

Forget the repercussions

Who cares about those who survive?

And can only thing "Why, God why?"

Questioning faith, religion, existence and the moon

Heart is blown up like a balloon

But it leaks

And I don't want to spend my time trying to forget

When in my head

You still haven't left

I don't want to wish I were older

Or bolder to actually come out and say what needs to be said

I don't care about beauty

How can I when you're not here?

To many emotions running like speed through my veins

I am usually okay with change

But this one hurts

We didn't experience enough

I am not old enough

The curve not tight enough now?

Now after all that was

And your picture reminds me of all that will never be

You can't live through me

I don't even know me anymore

My body is bare stretched out across the floor

I am running, reaching for the door

But I can't leave

Because this is all I have left

I feel it here more than there

Because your heart is your home

Now I know the love you held,

Brother you've never failed,

To take care of me





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Stacie Brantley


I recently lost my twenty year old brother in a one vehicle car crash. I have been writing since I was almost eleven, but I suppose with perfect understanding my most recent works have involved the death of my brother and my coping. Sometimes it seems that it is my only way of coping. And sometimes I can not even write anything.
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you write as we feel, our need to desperatley pour out our soul
Blissful Ignorance | Mar 26th, 2004
You write with no limits, with no boundaries to hold you back from all the different combinations of emoticians we as people edure day to day. And to have this so well expressed in your poem is.............beyond great

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