Outta You

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    Outta You
    you call me up with such a rivers moan
    erase the glittered polish off my nails alone
    doll me up in the black brush- that changes white to night
    we dance with the devil- until the red is white

    " i never was born w/ good intensions-
    always looking for the easy way out
    walking with my eyes closed- just so the world could tear me apart
    raised on pain - anger- and hopelessness as my ambition
    n u could put anything ud promise -to take me away in a bag
    and id bury it in my heart"

    you call me up 1 day with your gin- n- tonic breath
    and stolen cologne
    i bet you thought i did take a deep breath- smile
    and see the clean sun under the violent malty sky alone

    "repeat"

    good thing for newark- as far away as i could get from u
    did u ever think it was me who needed a shot in my arms
    outta you- outta u

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    redbloodink commented on Outta You

    03-20-2010

    I'm sure glad I took the time to read your work...... I hope you have more to say write share and fill the air with your raw writes......... from erotic, anger, and just life.... your writes have captivated my creative side........... I hope you take the time to go on a ride with my work as well........ red
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    kittman101 commented on Outta You

    08-03-2009

    wow. mayb i am wrong but i do feel a darkness to your poem. although it is something which intrigues me. i will comment on more of yur poes, you have something in the way you write i am curious about. thank you for sharing
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    Chaos128 commented on Outta You

    07-31-2009

    Good to see you back on the stick, litldeer. We all get obstacles put in our way, its how we get around them that counts. “Outta You” is a harrowing description of a woman who has previously allowed herself to be limited by history and circumstances finally deciding to draw a line and use it as a starting point rather than an ending. Sounds like somebody you know? Ha ha, great stuff. Welcome back!
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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