A Poem I Wrote About A Woman I Never Met, Who Died Recently
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A Poem I Wrote About A Woman I Never Met, Who Died Recently
KRISTA IMBLUM
I didn't know you,
Gary did.
He showed me your picture,
And told me that you died.
I looked at your picture,
For a long time.
You reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow,
But with dead eyes.
I looked up your obituary,
And read your brief story.
I read your parents cherished you,
And you had two cats named Punkin and Oliver.
You loved your niece and nephew,
And spending time with friends.
You would write loved-ones encouraging letters,
And touched the hearts of many people.
Gary said you told him you were bi-polar,
And that you drank heavily while taking your medication.
You died at 41 years-old,
And in the photograph he showed me,
You already looked like a ghost.
I didn't know you,
Gary did.
He showed me your picture,
And told me that you died.
I looked at your picture,
For a long time.
You reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow,
But with dead eyes.
I looked up your obituary,
And read your brief story.
I read your parents cherished you,
And you had two cats named Punkin and Oliver.
You loved your niece and nephew,
And spending time with friends.
You would write loved-ones encouraging letters,
And touched the hearts of many people.
Gary said you told him you were bi-polar,
And that you drank heavily while taking your medication.
You died at 41 years-old,
And in the photograph he showed me,
You already looked like a ghost.
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1. Nice job.
2. I think you could have written that to many of us here at IGx. But my eyes are more Deborah Shelton's in "Body Double".
2. I think you could have written that to many of us here at IGx. But my eyes are more Deborah Shelton's in "Body Double".
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Good work. You made me feel for a woman I never met and you never met. That's a pretty neat trick.

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The part in the movie where Craig Wasson's character is down stairs fighting off the dog, and then he looks up to see the bloody drill bit coming through the ceiling. That shit scarred me for life.powerlifter54 wrote:1. Nice job.
2. I think you could have written that to many of us here at IGx. But my eyes are more Deborah Shelton's in "Body Double".
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http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/postga ... =173784949Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:KRISTA IMBLUM
I didn't know you,
Gary did.
He showed me your picture,
And told me that you died.
I looked at your picture,
For a long time.
You reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow,
But with dead eyes.
I looked up your obituary,
And read your brief story.
I read your parents cherished you,
And you had two cats named Punkin and Oliver.
You loved your niece and nephew,
And spending time with friends.
You would write loved-ones encouraging letters,
And touched the hearts of many people.
Gary said you told him you were bi-polar,
And that you drank heavily while taking your medication.
You died at 41 years-old,
And in the photograph he showed me,
You already looked like a ghost.
Would've.
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That's what I was shooting for. It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to make you feel something meaningful. That's art. Y'know?seeahill wrote:Good work. You made me feel for a woman I never met and you never met. That's a pretty neat trick.
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Kazuya Mishima wrote:http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/postga ... =173784949Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:KRISTA IMBLUM
I didn't know you,
Gary did.
He showed me your picture,
And told me that you died.
I looked at your picture,
For a long time.
You reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow,
But with dead eyes.
I looked up your obituary,
And read your brief story.
I read your parents cherished you,
And you had two cats named Punkin and Oliver.
You loved your niece and nephew,
And spending time with friends.
You would write loved-ones encouraging letters,
And touched the hearts of many people.
Gary said you told him you were bi-polar,
And that you drank heavily while taking your medication.
You died at 41 years-old,
And in the photograph he showed me,
You already looked like a ghost.
Would've.
She worked at Sally's Beauty Supply, I believe.
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I catch your drift...I take it back.Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:Kazuya Mishima wrote:http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/postga ... =173784949Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:KRISTA IMBLUM
I didn't know you,
Gary did.
He showed me your picture,
And told me that you died.
I looked at your picture,
For a long time.
You reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow,
But with dead eyes.
I looked up your obituary,
And read your brief story.
I read your parents cherished you,
And you had two cats named Punkin and Oliver.
You loved your niece and nephew,
And spending time with friends.
You would write loved-ones encouraging letters,
And touched the hearts of many people.
Gary said you told him you were bi-polar,
And that you drank heavily while taking your medication.
You died at 41 years-old,
And in the photograph he showed me,
You already looked like a ghost.
Would've.
She worked at Sally's Beauty Supply, I believe.
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This is great...I'm now stalking a poor deceased woman on Facebook.
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The first profile picture is the one I looked at. She looked.... doomed.Kazuya Mishima wrote:This is great...I'm now stalking a poor deceased woman on Facebook.
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This poem made me think about another death. The guy was a colleague I've done some work with. Knew him enough to know that he was a solid individual but we weren't tight. He was good friends with some of my work buddies.
Divorced.....brother killed violently last year....son died in a car wreck around Thanksgiving....killed himself a couple of days ago....had a 4 y.o. daughter whose father will never walk her down the aisle.....my friends who spoke to him regularly said he seemed OK.....he wasn't....the despair was well camouflaged.
Maybe he looked like a ghost, maybe he didn't, but he was a ghost to some degree. I don't know if his eyes were dead or not like was mentioned in the poem, but I wonder. Windows of the soul and all that.
Divorced.....brother killed violently last year....son died in a car wreck around Thanksgiving....killed himself a couple of days ago....had a 4 y.o. daughter whose father will never walk her down the aisle.....my friends who spoke to him regularly said he seemed OK.....he wasn't....the despair was well camouflaged.
Maybe he looked like a ghost, maybe he didn't, but he was a ghost to some degree. I don't know if his eyes were dead or not like was mentioned in the poem, but I wonder. Windows of the soul and all that.
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Nice job.
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I couldn't think what this made me think of until today, it's this:
THEME FOR ENGLISH B
By Langston Hughes
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me---who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white---
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me---
although you're older---and white---
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English B.
1951
But when I stand in front of the mirror and really look, I wonder: What the fuck happened here? Jesus Christ. What a beating!