Undeliverable
I'm longing for your love.
I'm longing for you to hold me.
Every time my phone rings, my heart skips a beat.
It's not you on the other side.
You wrapped us up in a neat package.
And mailed us off to an unknown address.
Please, my love
Tell me what was missing.
Tell me where I went wrong.
Tell me what keeps you longing for something else.
I had so much more to give to you
But it all lays waste in a pile marked "undeliverable"
© Nichole Leigh
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Undeliverable (Poetry)
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Oh I know that feeling. You are very good at expressing yourself.
Posted by Celina Mirabai on April 12, 2006 - Wednesday at 9:36 PM
Too bad there's not someone to receive the expressiveness into their heart.
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 12, 2006 - Wednesday at 9:38 PM
You may never know it may touch many and maybe they just can't express as easily as other there is aways hope... but what you was simply beautiful
Posted by E.R.I.C S on April 12, 2006 - Wednesday at 10:09 PM
I write to purge, and I write in the hopes that one of the 6.5 billion other people on this earth can be touched
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 11:56 AM
This poem is great. I too wish I had someone to deliver my love and feelings to. I'm still waiting for that package to be picked up though.
Posted by Petey on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 6:59 AM
You just be patient there sweetie, you're still so young!
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 15, 2006 - Saturday at 7:04 PM
I wanna tell you "SNAP OUT OF IT!" But I know better. Your expression of it is making my heart ache. I know this feeling all too well. Time ... give it time.
Posted by Cocoalove (Flexwriter) on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 11:03 AM
Ah yes, it will happen. Time is on MY side.....For me, "out of sigh, out of mind"is far more powerful than "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 11:54 AM
This gives me an inspiration to give a response to assholes that exist out there who would do something like this:
Withdrawal
He has me on withdrawal...
Withdrawal like heroin addicts without a taste for a day
Cold shakes like a crackhead without his fix
An alcoholic without his drunken truth
Or a pothead irritating others without his weed...
I am on withdrawal without your love.
I convinced myself that I need this
Gotta have this
Have to let this--
Love simmer on my tongue
Slither down my throat
Indulge its smell as it lingers in the air
And when I have it,
I need more.
But this love needs to be on withdrawal.
Withdrawal from your damage and your abuse;
You are toxins to my system
Cancer to my throat
A cyst to my ovaries
And not worth the shit that exit out of my ass.
Withdrawal is what I need.
Time heals all wounds
Like all addictions have an end
You manipulated me
Gave me a temporary high
And damaged me...
So I am on withdrawal from your mental crack
From your injections of physical heroin
Allowed to have a sober tongue without your liquor
And my irritibility is cured from not remembering your scent
I love this withdrawal and will look for another addiction.
L. Shauntay Richardson
4/13/06 @ 8:48PM
I really love this poem. There are too many people who are hurt from people who don't deliver.
Posted by The Alterego on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 5:50 PM
That was amazing girl! So appropriate, so true! I love it!!!!!
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 13, 2006 - Thursday at 6:18 PM
unrequited longing and angst. *sigh*. You expressed it well.
Posted by LakerBunny on April 14, 2006 - Friday at 12:20 PM
unrequited longing and angst
That sums me up at the moment pretty nicely! Thanks Jane!
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 14, 2006 - Friday at 12:37 PM
that one was tizzight!!
Posted by *JoE the truth in the white lie on April 15, 2006 - Saturday at 4:59 PM
Coming from Papa JoE, I'm FLATTERED!
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 15, 2006 - Saturday at 7:06 PM
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