No one remembers
Second to last place
No one recalls
That name or that face
If you ask who came first
The crowd yells and cheers
If you ask who came last
The crowd boos and jeers
But the one standing next to him
Never gets called
There are no tomatoes
Just one huge brick wall
The last place
Rushing river runs by
One step beyond and the river takes my soul
One step beyond and the river takes my soul
All my heart swallowed by the water surrounding me
Tears weep like the running river
Dragging my heart beneath the rocks beating me
One step beyond and the river takes my soul
One step beyond and the river takes my soul
The Last Place of Solitude
David J Walker
And when I find the right place
In the forest
I will sit and rest
Allowing it to grow
Around me
And then
To let it grow
In me
Until I become
One
With the last place
Of solitude
I feel the spiders touch of silken shirt on skin
Hear the hidden thoughts in words unspoke
I see beyond these eyes
And smell the past, present and foreword
as it lies prone at my feet
just the taste of me
Don't play
never lose
Laughing from last place
I would rather come in last
For it would gave another the win
I have placed my ego behind me
For I do not need to win
Winning to me is just to see
Your comment to me
That is a win
I would rather be last then
Not have your comment within
1/28/15
Water and land snakes
Public and secret handshakes
Eventually will the dam break?
Lost amid all this black space
While moving at a fast pace
As if it was some kind of cash race
Where you would not want to wind up in last place
Even though I was half-baked
And able to crash safe
While on the verge of being able to crack the case
There under my feet sat a trace
Underneath this glass vase
Somewhere past eight
Beside a brass gate
It was going to be one of the reasons for being that great
One step forward and two strides back makes
An opportunity to understand what getting on track takes
By: Dalton Ogletree
He hasn't said ten words to me -
for say, two hours and one long half.
I might as well be absentee
except for an off-handed laugh.
He takes football with white hot fun;
if we're behind, he catches fire!
The game is done, I think we won
and we are headed for the car.
So maybe now I'll have his voice?
Fat chance, it's only radio.
He's flipping channels, makes his choice
finding at last - the post-game show.
When in the drive the static stops,
the dog is howling at the door.
He lets her in, and rubs her chops
then play by play tells her the score.
I head for bed and say goodnight
but does he note my lonesome tone?
What’s that I hear? You guessed it right -
a message on the speaker phone.
It sucks to know I hold no value
I'm just an after thought,what is
it I lack? Am I useless. Why am I
worth nothing maybe I'm to damaged
to be your only, maybe my heart is
to cold to care loneliness is my only
companion I'm just that good guy
finishing last again
I'm losing my mind at this place.
All my regrets being thrown in my face.
My mind is racing.
I'm starting my pacing.
Do you mind all my crying?
Because I know inside I'm dying.
I'm really starting the shaking.
I don't give a (beep) if you think I'm faking.
My skin is aching.
I know the trouble I am creating.
This blood is fine. This blood is mine.
I fear I've gone insane.
I refuse to refrain.
The time is changing.
So why am I still bleeding?
Am I really there?
My eyes are empty and bare.
This pain I feel is so intense.
It feels like I touched an electrical fence.
My eyes are stinging.
My phone is ringing.
Saw your face.
Now my eyes sting like mace.
I quit this race.
I came in last place.
fill me up with words, exhale-
[they just want to understand] it's not meant for your
delicate mind to handle, not for your hands to hold,
see that i've given up
& that i don't want you to follow my example. courted
by rebellion, tampered with by the forbidden, gracious
for every fall i take-
i'm trying to look on the good side
of two-dimensional loss--
i can't find what i don't
notice, though i need it know the most.
i'm toast.
I need not to waste no time
Your holding me up
The time is mine
I can't give up
I need to get to the finish line
That line I must cross
I'm getting to far behind
But I must not stop
I'm here, the line isn't so far
The power I must not lack
One more step and I win
But something just pulled me back.
And I finished last
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