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

    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

    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!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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