Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A repost of a Fruedian Poem by Love Child


What is this poem about?
(Any Freudian slip typos apparent?)
by LoveChild

I did not want to let them know
that having him exiled
ripped off a limb;
how now
I am crippled by
phantom pain.

I can see the smugness
of the gloat
and feel the loss
of things hhe wrote
like the day
I lost my own.

And though things change
he remained constant
not always nice
never facetious.

I feel unreal, the laws of physics
have just given me a heavy weight;
I underemphasize
so that I can keep plodding onward
looking forward
to the day of my next banishment.

Surely to come

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See the original post:
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AjhEA2M9Gwdn3yGjab.qjGun5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20120227232907AAuHWAC

2 comments:

  1. Forgive me friend, I had to post you here so I could answer, like in the days before I got squirreled.

    I egoistically think this poem is about me, and the double meaning in "Like the day I lost my own" comes from the "hhe" which is subliminally a "she".

    I will be furious if no one in Yahoo knows you well enough to get that.

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