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︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤─── Third World
I have once walked with you...
Barefooted; on my tiny, restless feet there amongst the beggars, the homeless, the hopeless, the faithless, the criminals, the fucked-up beautiful faces and the many different varieties of the whores and prostitutes of the world. My first kiss was from a thief who stole my heart and left me alone walking heartless and bare-naked, exposing myself to everyday filth, diseases, corruption and general life contamination and fuckery. All of this unbeknownst to me, and I wouldn't have made it if it's not for you and your love... And so what if it's rough? I figured anyways that such body as mine, is made for raw and savage way of loving and I wouldn't have wanted it in any other way... And there in your nasty dangerous streets I've learned to suck all up my fears and tears and just continue walking even though I don't really know where to go or what to do exactly (or whether i could make it or not, really...)
And though I'm not with you anymore I would never forget the fact that I have once walked with you...
Yes, I have once walked and loved with you---
on my tired, dirty little feet...
Barefooted; on my tiny, restless feet there amongst the beggars, the homeless, the hopeless, the faithless, the criminals, the fucked-up beautiful faces and the many different varieties of the whores and prostitutes of the world. My first kiss was from a thief who stole my heart and left me alone walking heartless and bare-naked, exposing myself to everyday filth, diseases, corruption and general life contamination and fuckery. All of this unbeknownst to me, and I wouldn't have made it if it's not for you and your love... And so what if it's rough? I figured anyways that such body as mine, is made for raw and savage way of loving and I wouldn't have wanted it in any other way... And there in your nasty dangerous streets I've learned to suck all up my fears and tears and just continue walking even though I don't really know where to go or what to do exactly (or whether i could make it or not, really...)
And though I'm not with you anymore I would never forget the fact that I have once walked with you...
Yes, I have once walked and loved with you---
on my tired, dirty little feet...
Published 17th Nov 2010
| Edited 22nd Nov 2010
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17th Nov 2010 10:32am
The intensity of it all practically writhed beneath the words, the pain is almost so real it's explicit. Great, great, GREAT job! You may be interested in some of my shiz but that's entirely up to you. I too have walked on the trash covered asphalt of every lovers disease. Dirty little feet hath no fury when they callous with injustice and even sinful thoughts of revenge and redemption. :)
Thanks so much Jade for the nice comment and I wanna let you know that i kinda have read some of your poems(actually devoured some of them) and their amazing and intense as well... thanks again! :)
17th Nov 2010 10:42am
You're very, very welcome! Thanks for having skipped ahead of me (stop time-travelling. you're making my hair all whack, lol). :)
17th Nov 2010 10:50am
Sorry, but i can't really avoid such habit of mine... don't worry though I'm sure you looked good with you're hair all whacked! :)
17th Nov 2010 10:56am
Check your inboxium morpheus for further commentary....No! Not the one in your pants! Perv....Lol. :P
Anonymous
18th Nov 2010 5:06pm
The syntax is shaky at times, but other than that this is a beautiful prose poem, filled with harsh, unforgiving, merciless images, skilfully woven together.
18th Nov 2010 5:29pm
thanks Jack, such a nice feeling to receive a nice comment from a great writer such as yourself :)
reminded me of the streets of tijuana... "...amongst the beggars, the homeless, the hopeless, the faithless, the criminals, the fucked-up beautiful faces and the many different varieties of the whores and prostitutes of the world..." i think you captured the beauty and sexiness of this ugly, dirty world. that darkness is a siren to me. it draws me in just like your poem. i think the disorder in some of your lines enhances the thrill of this poem. serving to make it's author all the more interesting and desirable. thanks for drawing me in.
stay sexy,
jp
=)
stay sexy,
jp
=)
thanks!! it means a lot to me coz it's really based from what i've witnessed...and you're right it's dark and ugly at the same time sexy and beautiful-- glad that you saw that :)
24th Nov 2010 1:47pm
living in a third world economy,there's so much fear and famine but underneath it all,there's a serenity waiting to be unearthed.great poem.i loved the part where you say that a body such as yours is made for raw and savage ways of loving,must be a killer body
24th Nov 2010 2:06pm
9th Dec 2010 10:46am
The originality in this piece does make me wonder and ponder and feel for the personae.
Great work Kasandra.
Great work Kasandra.
10th Dec 2010 12:32pm
1st Jan 2011 10:27am
i missed this! this holds so much undercurrent looking calm on the surface, like if you put your concentration into the words, you'll get dragged under through the whole experience... you do that very, very well in most of your poems, i applaud you. amazing. [:
1st Jan 2011 12:06pm
girl, you're a psychic! 'coz that's my technique, to use that mellow arrangement of words to kind of hide my inner dilemna... :)
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