Comments on: What I Want by George Bilgere http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2009/10/13/what-i-want-by-george-bilgere/ Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:40:41 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Cristi Martin http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2009/10/13/what-i-want-by-george-bilgere/#comment-38370 Cristi Martin Tue, 27 Apr 2010 04:47:18 +0000 http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2009/10/13/what-i-want-by-george-bilgere/#comment-38370 There was a girl Alone Holding back a vision Of a face she never knew Covered in a hollow sense of faded words and dreams She enters unaware of what is inside without ability to understand or perceive she waits, she feels a moment or a life it really makes no difference And so the girl Ventures forward raw and exposed Where has she been What is the impact left in her absence If any at all Or all and many. There was a girl
Alone
Holding back a vision
Of a face she never knew
Covered in a hollow sense of faded words and dreams
She enters
unaware of what is inside
without ability to understand or perceive
she waits, she feels
a moment or a life
it really makes no difference
And so the girl
Ventures forward raw and exposed
Where has she been
What is the impact left in her absence
If any at all
Or all and many.

]]> By: eugene silver http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2009/10/13/what-i-want-by-george-bilgere/#comment-38361 eugene silver Mon, 26 Apr 2010 17:45:30 +0000 http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2009/10/13/what-i-want-by-george-bilgere/#comment-38361 The ghost of the boy I used to be who loved the girl she used to be with all his heart (Not holding back even one single part) is more tattered and more ragged and more faded each time we meet in the city streets of me He tries to tell me every time we meet she was wonderful in the once upon a time though he is the only one who remembers I have never known a her who was not a liar and a cheat a betrayer and a thief The girl who sent him on treasure hunts in their apartment to find a hersheys kiss and then a real one? I never met her Only the ghost of the boy I used to be remembers And he is more tattered and more ragged and more faded each time we meet The ghost of the boy I used to be
who loved the girl she used to be
with all his heart
(Not holding back even one single part)
is more tattered and more ragged and more faded
each time we meet
in the city streets of me

He tries to tell me every time we meet
she was wonderful in the once upon a time

though he is the only one who remembers
I have never known a her
who was not a liar and a cheat
a betrayer and a thief

The girl who sent him on treasure hunts
in their apartment to find a hersheys kiss
and then a real one? I never met her
Only the ghost of the boy I used to be remembers
And he is more tattered and more ragged and more faded
each time we meet

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