Oblivious MAG

December 15, 2009
By apt124 SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
apt124 SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
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Your glances are starchy and angular,
Cloaked in the perfect amount of ­uncomfortable.
Your stares are the kind that make
My insides coil with fear and excitement,
With the brassy taste of anticipation.

You mumble short stubbles
Of words at me, so different
From the sultry syllables
That pirouette off the tongues of lovers
In old, foreign, mystical films.

Yet I wait.
My heart breathlessly whispering
Quiet melodies of naive love stories
As your lifeless eyes scan over me,
Oblivious to my muted longing.

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KylieK GOLD said...
on May. 1 2015 at 6:20 pm
KylieK GOLD, Mt. Washington, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"To love is to surpass one's self."


on Nov. 6 2014 at 10:42 pm
BicycleThief SILVER, Red Bank, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"People in their right minds never take pride in their talents."
Harper Lee

It's really so relatable, no wonder it was published.

on Feb. 1 2013 at 11:06 pm
ChrisJ PLATINUM, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.

Wow, that was really good, keep writing!

on Sep. 3 2011 at 9:39 pm
sweetdollsarah BRONZE, Hemet, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Love me or Hate me it's still an obsession." --I don't know who wrote or said this quote got it off a friends school book and it stuck with me. "Pickles!" --I just say this all the time!! "It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens." -- Woody Allen

This was great can't wait to read more of your work

on Sep. 13 2010 at 4:09 pm
-LeftBehindBroken- GOLD, Providence, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
Artists paint on canvas; Musicians paint on silence

i love the message in this poem. cant wait to check out more of your work!

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