Championship: 8P. Topicaldood5 vs. 6T. deadman [Dead man champs 7-2]

dead man · 07-09-2013, 09:55 PM

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I never knew you.
but i love you like a faithful apostle
like a recreated clone from data saved in a fossil
gave me a model, gave me a father, gave me a life
from a nether realm, a radiant light. angels at night
kissed apocalypse to make it alright, knowing the truth
was bitter like the moldiest fruit. hold your pursuits
stop the press. it's a mess, Ma was broken in two
Grandma was drunk, sobbing, telling me to hold her vermouth
only a youth, as a kid i didn't grasp what it meant
for my dad to hold his face inside his hands as he wept
lennon-esque spectacles fogged to mask his regret
ran away at 17 years old. then ran into debt
asthmatic camel smoker til he ran out of breath
i only knew the man who tucked me back into bed
never a man in distress. cold, distant, sad & depressed
i still remember the receptionist that sat at her desk
eyes lowered, apathetic to your cancerous death
a damp Floridian morning when we laid Grandpa to rest
i never knew you as a man, more of a presence, a sign
that my dad was not the oldest person ever alive
time passed, and the more i heard my relatives pine
for younger days when Leonard was fine,
the more similarities i found between your habits and mine
interests and compulsions where the patterns align
a doctor in his field of psychiatric design
until an alcohol catalyst spiked a rapid decline
made mortality shine - life is short and family is dear
sunday funeral, the casket veneer, acting sincere
the memories and stories cause a past to appear
but they could never hold a candle up to having you here.

unpacked this afternoon, nearing 2:45
stumbled upon a clip you must've used for your ties
your signature inscribed, cursive, set in a line
like a piece of time & space you left to prove you're alive
i held it and cried, sobbing, though i couldn't say why
it told me write a note to you, wherever you lie
like this little piece of metal has your spirit inside
going blind until i'm looking at the world through your eyes
you told me write a note to you, and leave it unsigned
because we never had a chance to say

goodbye.

07-09-2013, 09:55 PM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	check I never knew you. but i love you like a faithful apostle like a recreated clone from data saved in a fossil gave me a model, gave me a father, gave me a life from a nether realm, a radiant light. angels at night kissed apocalypse to make it alright, knowing the truth was bitter like the moldiest fruit. hold your pursuits stop the press. it's a mess, Ma was broken in two Grandma was drunk, sobbing, telling me to hold her vermouth only a youth, as a kid i didn't grasp what it meant for my dad to hold his face inside his hands as he wept lennon-esque spectacles fogged to mask his regret ran away at 17 years old. then ran into debt asthmatic camel smoker til he ran out of breath i only knew the man who tucked me back into bed never a man in distress. cold, distant, sad & depressed i still remember the receptionist that sat at her desk eyes lowered, apathetic to your cancerous death a damp Floridian morning when we laid Grandpa to rest i never knew you as a man, more of a presence, a sign that my dad was not the oldest person ever alive time passed, and the more i heard my relatives pine for younger days when Leonard was fine, the more similarities i found between your habits and mine interests and compulsions where the patterns align a doctor in his field of psychiatric design until an alcohol catalyst spiked a rapid decline made mortality shine - life is short and family is dear sunday funeral, the casket veneer, acting sincere the memories and stories cause a past to appear but they could never hold a candle up to having you here. unpacked this afternoon, nearing 2:45 stumbled upon a clip you must've used for your ties your signature inscribed, cursive, set in a line like a piece of time & space you left to prove you're alive i held it and cried, sobbing, though i couldn't say why it told me write a note to you, wherever you lie like this little piece of metal has your spirit inside going blind until i'm looking at the world through your eyes you told me write a note to you, and leave it unsigned because we never had a chance to say goodbye. __________________ Zack Wicks for president