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November 30, 2008 |
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Love Poem 5/19
FOUND by Thomas Pafford
in Durham, North Carolina
I saw this piece of paper on the street, at the intersection of Bivins & James Streets. It was early Sunday morning and I was walking the dog and picking up trash. I picked it up. The poem is written on the back of a portion of the wine list from some restaurant.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I am sensing some misplaced blame.
This is pretty much how I feel right now.
Slightly pathetic, yet somewhat hopeful.
I feel for this girl.
(I'm only assuming.)
I love you, you foolish asshole who's tearing my life to shreds before my very eyes.
i am cool and badass
Nice, really, while keeping you at bay
i have always abhorred you
Seeing you peek in my window, that very
first day
Your words are absurd, my
Sweetheart is freaked out too
I gave you some clues, hints,
And some signs.
I hope this restraining ordered causes you
To repel, retreat, and resign
You scare me.
Little Miss Misery apparently still loves your company, asswhole. Next time you take off, don't leave her hanging: tear her soul along the perforated line and put it in a cross-cut shredder. That's a clue/hint/sign that cannot be misread.
Woooaaahh...resent much? You've identified the problem, writer: your "beloved" doesn't want you. You think s/he's a fool and an asswhole. They treat you badly. Isn't that sign enough?
"But I luuuuuuuv him" (or her) you bleat. No you don't. You *want* them. To love you, to be your trophy, to treat you like a prince(ss), most of all to give you attention. Any attention. Even negative attention.Which is all you are going to get.
Get angry. Get decisive. Get a life. Poetry may make you feel "special" but it won't make its intended recipient want you anymore than they don't now.
Harsh? Maybe. But it's because I've been there, done that, and have the scars. I hope in a few years' time you can look back and feel embarassed at your needless drama-ing...because if you don't it will mean you haven't grown up.
Here's a clue.
Here's your sign...
He's just not that into you.
Move along. nothing to see here.
(as we said yesterday: Plenty of fishies, little Bird. If it feels like this now, it's not likely to change.)
Oh goody. I got my favorite spam question!
Roses are red, violets are blue.
So you don't like the way that I've treated you?
With all your adoring you just don't get me:
I act this way because you let me.
I may be a loser but there's one thing I know:
You'll never have the guts to let me go.
There will be a snowstorm in hell on that magical day
When you get up the nerve to just walk away.
So cook my food and wash my plate
While I go out and come home late.
@ Geek: Wow, that hit me like a 3-hold punch to my soul. You are a shoo-in for the 2009 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize. If pharmaceuticals are part of your particular genius, it probably wouldn't hurt to include that on the submission ap.
@Jan: I was inspired by a rap song the other day to write a poem about how great I am. (a lot of rap songs are simply bragging with rhyme) Then I realized I'm too humble, so I changed it to be about a friend of mine. She thought it was funny and I didn't end up looking as cocky as the rappers. Win-win.
My submission above was from the perspective of that special kind of person who preys on people with low self-esteem. I don't understand why women stay with guys who treat them poorly, but those guys know what they're doing and it's not cool.
asswhole? am i missing something?
I can so relate to this.
You can perforate my life and my soul and you can break my heart, but you can never extinguish my creativity.
This is my life right now. Stuck in a shitty relationship, with someone who doesn't care about me but pretends he does, and honestly I don't care about him either. Just trudging through the days.. until when I'm not sure.
This find and the comments really hit me hard. I'm at work, staring at the computer screen trying not to cry.
Hopefully I can find my guts to let him go.
Jessica, et al: Just because I don't understand why women stay with guys that don't treat them well, that doesn't mean I blame you for it. I just want to make that clear.
And I hope you all find your Mr. Right(s) soon.
My dear, you are the fool.
(p.s. enjoying the poetry today! Thanks for the creativity)
At first I was tempted to mock this emo poet, but then, unfortunately I put myself in the person's place--imagining the internet making fun of me in my deep dark despair being perforated by the shards of my shattered heart and I just could not. Damn empathy.
@Terrie. Someone will just have to do it for you, then.
Dear lover,
Here's your clue. Bad poets are great after dinner, but boring at breakfast.
Sincerely,
Asshole
To the whacky bitch dame
Whose prose is quite lame
I just peeled you off my jock
Glad I got the keys back for my lock
Your out now to which
I say goodbye you little witch
Your bleeding flayed heart
does not address your being a tart
You must be out of you dome
Writing me up some crazy shit poem
Look now you stalker bitch
your writing is in the ditch
Your emotional pants are on the ground
Failed final attempt is now on Foun....
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i blame shakespeare for this. and all the middle and high school teachers who make every one of us read romeo and juliet. and disney for the lie of fairy tales. and god for making us hormonally crazed sex-beasts before our brains are developed enough to have real relationships... or write decent poetry.
perhaps asswhole was written with the "w" on purpose.
he is 100% asshole?
he is the ass she assumes makes him whole?
the world may never know
Geek..good one. Really. I believe you have pretty much summed it up.
I have nothing more to add.
What's caused me to repel, retreat and resign? It's my fear of committment. I need to stay free in case Cindy Crawford walks into my life.
"Asswhole" is a Foundism. Search the archives for "Ted and Alyssa". Now you know.
Honey, what more do you need? He is repelled, retreated and resigned.
If he pushes you down a flight of stairs, will you get the hint?
It's not you, it's me.
This was probably written by a hot Korean chick after the "love of her life" told her he'd rather just be friends in the wake of their discount adoption proceedings hitting a snag when the authorities discovered he had described marrying her as "random bullshit". Just a guess.
I just threw up in my mouth
most people think this person is not getting the hint, but I totally get it. I'm in love with someone who i know cares about me but when we could've had something he went away. I don't know why he left, but now that he's back and he still cares, things have still changed. I still love him, but it's just different yet I still want to know why he left.
@Hmmm: Why do you want to know that? What if his answer is something you can't live with?
i'd rather know than be in the dark for the rest of my life. I want to know if it was something i did, or if it was him being a guy. It would just explain a lot, even if it's difficult to hear
@Hmmm and Nightingale: I direct your attention to act 3 of Uncle Vanya, where Elena offers to find out if Dr Astrov is interested at all in Sophie: "He loves you or he doesn't. Yes, or no. The truth, however harsh, is always better than uncertainty."
Sophie turns away to hide her tears and says, "Not knowing is better, because then at least there's hope." "What did you say?" "Nothing."
Never ask a returned lover what happened when they left. Either they will lie and you still won't know, or they'll tell you the truth--and you'll wish they hadn't.
@Orinoco: This is what I'm sayin'. But I'm afraid it's a life lesson she'll have to learn on her own.
@ Orinoco: I disagree. Ignorance is not bliss. The truth hurts, yes... but if it was something you can't live with, then you walk away. If it's something you can live with, then you stay.
This "poem" reminds me of an ex-girlfriend who threatened to "cry rape" if I dumped her (not coincidentally, she too was a bad poet). Luckily, I devised a scheme by which I made her sick of me (i.e. leaving porno magazines laying about in plain sight, farting, burping, picking my nose, fucking her best friend and making sure we got "caught," completely belittling her and all her bogus beliefs, etc.). It was so much fun, it was like living in a romantic comedy movie, but minus the new mentally-sound girlfriend.
This poem is creepy... it looks exactly like my ex boyfriend's handwriting, plus he was a student at the NCSSM in Durham when we were going out. That was over ten years ago so it probably wouldn't be his but still- it looks exactly like something he would have written to me while we were breaking up. (I was a very confused 17 year old). Weird.
@Jessica in VA: I'm a strong willed woman who never thought it would happen to her. I stayed with someone who kept me on a string of "I love you's" and "things will get better" but offered nothing. He sucked the joy out of life. I was miserable, but couldn't find it in myself to leave and hated myself for it. I found the strength after 3 years. It took me a bit to figure out who I was and what I wanted (for a while I couldn't remember what I liked to eat. I was so used to doing what he wanted). But, damn it was worth the recovery time. I'm free, happy, in love, and loved. Take the leap -the water's fine.