Where you go? (poem) by Darkest Angel on AuthorsDen

Where you go?
by Darkest Angel → (All Poetry by Darkest Angel)
Thursday, January 19, 2017 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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This is a writing regarding the loss of two of my sisters and my mother over time. These are all the versions, as I was emotionally and spiritually driven to give this all up in writing.
Where you go?” Will my sisters dance again…? When we were all children, they tried so hard to teach me Liked to see them laughing; and, so I would cheat—I would… Pretend that I could not understand what they were showing me I would…wiggle my butt instead of my feet… They always loved to say I was so crazy… Loved the smiles on their faces… One went left…without me… Whoa! Come back… Then my mother went off to find her…have not heard from her since... Another one has gone to find them both… Come back… Don’t leave me… I promise… I’ll dance right this time… No kidding…. Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) “scavengers!” As my decision is not made to go further on A look across many waters and oceans of time holds me back Taken from my mourning—I can only die, and when I am dead, I hope to not… Feel the pain of this life Occurrences of sacrifices—those who are…left behind A population of sadness’s, and the fights Those who will say: “the dead one’s stuff…is Mine!” Wow! What stuff it must be to make a friend into an enemy To cause a fear to consume the survivor of the deceased You should lick their wounds… You…greedy, greedy, little… Freaks! Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) “Where you go?” Will my sisters dance again When we were children, they tried so hard to teach me I liked to see them laughing; and, so I would cheat—I would… Pretend that I could not understand what they were showing me I would…wiggle my butt instead of my feet… They always loved to say, “Boy…you’re so crazy”… I loved the smiles on their faces… One went left…without me… Whoa! Come back… Mom went off to find her…I have not heard from Mom since… And I miss their smiles, and their easy conversations… Where you go… Come back…where…you…go… Another one of my sisters has gone off to find them both… Not funny! Come back… Stop leaving me… I promise… I’ll dance right this time… No kidding…. Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) Rewrite “Where you go?” Will my sisters dance again…? When we were all children, they tried so hard to teach me Liked to see them laughing; and, so I would cheat—I would… Pretend that I could not understand what they were showing me I would…wiggle my butt instead of my feet… They always loved to say I was so crazy… Loved the smiles on their faces… One went left…without me… Whoa! Come back… Then my mother went off to find her…have not heard from her since… I miss her bright smile, and the easy conversations we would have Another one of my sisters has gone to find them both… Come back… Don’t leave me… I promise… I’ll dance right this time… No kidding…. Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) Re “Where you go?” Will my sisters dance again… Is my mother, their hearts, keeping… When we were children, they tried so hard to teach me I liked to see them laughing; and, so I would cheat—I would… Pretend that I could not understand what they were showing me I would…wiggle my butt instead of my feet… They always loved to say, “Boy…you’re so crazy”… I loved the smiles on their faces… One went left…without me…(I'm runnin' like the kid-fire-engine, with cowboy boots—stirring up dust and dirt like smoke and fire from my feet!...coming to an abrupt holt—sliding!) Whoa! Come back…(Smacked my pants, and a big, huge dust cloud flies…whoa! I look goofy—shaking my head, and flicking my eyelids—trying to get the dust out to see!) Mom went off to find her…I have not heard from Mom since… And I miss their smiles, and their easy conversations… (I spin…in circles, randomly, like the exorcist...on and off the heels of my feet—so disconcerted…I peek through those clouds, and I cannot see a thing...) Where you go… Come back…where-you-go… (Something—out of the side of my sight, moves! I jumped back—whoa! What was that?! Where’d you go?! These boots...are...too heavy! Maybe I can fly without them...can't get these things...off...my...feet! Wait! I was trying so hard, I choked!) Another one of my sisters has gone off to find them both…(My eyes vibrate and tear, flush and blink—they never want to stop, and…) I’m not laughing, and I don’t understand! Come back…stop leaving... I promise…I’ll dance right this time… I been...practicing... No kidding… Where you go? Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) (Rewritten February 9, 2010) “Where you go?” Will my sisters dance again…? Is my mother, their hearts, keeping…? When we were children, they tried so hard to teach me… I liked to see them laughing, and, so I would cheat—I would… Pretend that I could not understand what they were showing me I would…wiggle my butt instead of my feet… They always loved to say, “Boy…you’re so crazy”… I loved the smiles on their faces… One went left—without me… (I'm runnin' like the kid-fire-engine, with cowboy boots—stirring up dust and dirt like smoke and fire from my feet!...coming to an abrupt holt—sliding!) Whoa! Come back… (Smacked my pants—a big, huge dust cloud flies…whoa! I look goofy—shaking my head, and flicking my eyelids—trying to get the dust out to see!) Mom went off to find sister…I have not heard from Mom since… I miss their gifting smiles, and their easy conversations… Dust gets in the way… (I spin…in circles, randomly, like the exorcist...on and off the heels of my feet—so disconcerted…I peek through those clouds, and I cannot see a thing...) Where you go…? Come back… (Something—out of the side of my sight, moves! I fall back—whoa! I wrestle around—struggling to get back up! What was that?! Where’d you go?! These boots...are...too heavy! I can fly without them...can't get these things off...my...feet…! Wait…! I was trying so hard, I choked…!) Another one of my sisters has gone off to find them both… (My eyes vibrate and tear, flush and blink—they never want to stop, and…) I’m not laughing, and I don’t understand…! You tricked me! Come back…stop leaving... I promise…I’ll dance right this time… I been practicing...no kidding… Where you go? Written By, Darkest Angel (Written February 7, 2010) (Rewritten February 10, 2010)