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Killing The Love

I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.
I am pushing knives through the hands
that created two into one.
Our hands do not bleed at this,
they lie still in their dishonor.
I am taking the boats of our beds
and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea
and choke on it and go down into nothing.
I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face.
The Camp we directed?
I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,
flying off bridges,
hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.
I am flying like a single red rose,
leaving a jet stream
of solitude
and yet I feel nothing,
though I fly and hurl,
my insides are empty
and my face is as blank as a wall.

Shall I call the funeral director?
He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,
those bodies from before,
and someone might send flowers,
and someone might come to mourn
and it would be in the obits,
and people would know that something died,
is no more, speaks no more, won't even
drive a car again and all of that.

When a life is over,
the one you were living for,
where do you go?

I'll work nights.
I'll dance in the city.
I'll wear red for a burning.
I'll look at the Charles very carefully,
wearing its long legs of neon.
And the cars will go by.
The cars will go by.
And there'll be no scream
from the lady in the red dress
dancing on her own Ellis Island,
who turns in circles,
dancing alone
as the cars go by.


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  • Lil Emo Girl
    May 28, 2004
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    Wow thats amasing i love it ^_^

  • heartnsoul
    March 21, 2004
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    Powerful!! Strong, angry, hurt,despair! Empty promises,,I can relate. A love spurned,denied,crushed into nothingness? Provocative. Personally,I think I'd rather have one body in a pink casket and move on myself, but that's just me. I definately like this piece.

  • haikumonk
    March 10, 2004
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    Well very cool. I'm glad you posted the reminder of old poetry on the front page. It worked and I'm here reading.

    This is a wonderful poem that will stand the test of the ages. Off I go to look for more.....

    Don

  • skreaminsosound
    March 10, 2004
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    This is an amazing write. Its an interesting concept, I think whats so haunting about it is how the author wove love and death all together, and being left behind. I especially liked:

    "Shall I call the funeral director?
    He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,
    those bodies from before,
    and someone might send flowers,
    and someone might come to mourn"

    A/E/S
    Edited on Mar 11, 2:44 p.m. because ''.

  • Sweet blood 89
    March 10, 2004
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    wow! i love it! its so good! i dont know what else to say other than wow!

    Sarah Rose

  • neptune386
    March 9, 2004
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    amazing. i have never read anything by Anne Sexton before. this one piece is... underscribable. there is something haunting about it.

    Great!

  • Nam
    March 9, 2004
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    Gave me a picture of a few movies I've seen from the 80's and early 90's. Mainly John Hughes' films (tho he hasn't directed in awhile he still produces and writes under another name).

    It has that feel to it,like his movies, this piece has a feel to it, a calm feel but not so calm, you know?

    It's a good piece.


  • vampira1665
    March 9, 2004
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    Wow, that was awesome. I may become a fan as well. How come I never came here before? Thank you so much for sharing this writer with me.

    Hugs and bites, Lady Raven

  • Ava Noire
    February 20, 2004
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    This is one of my fav poems by ms Sexton. I think this is painted on the walls inside, we murder those we hold most dear..it seems

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