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guiltborn Junior Member
since 1999-07-26
Posts 30South Dakota |
Apologies become my spoken language, A magnet for the blame of my world. Tormented by some past treachery, I race on, Trying to right some distant wrong. Sins I made against my own code, I the Judge and Jury, Left with no defense but my hunger… The hunger inside me that pushes me to be the hero So that I may one day overshadow my past with actions deemed noble. But even with my good intentions, All they see is a quiet man, A past they care not to hear, A future they won’t stay to see. I bring it upon myself, A harsh reality I’m not ready to believe. Underneath, all I want is acceptance, To have what they have, To go one day as someone unlike Atlas, To throw the world from my shoulders and let it roll into oblivion. Tired of long nights pondering, Thought that takes all my time, not my pain. So many days lost, So many friends lost, So much love lost… Their advice warms my heart But no warmth can linger long inside my hearts broken walls. One granted wish would release me from my cell, A dream that cures my wounds as long as it lingers fresh on my mind. To just meet someone who would risk looking under my mask, Someone who would fall in love with the man that I rarely show. An angelic face that sees her future in my eyes, Who shares my dreams, And would share her life with me, Just as I would with her…. But wishes are the foundations of a weak man’s hope. My patience not strong enough to wait for God to deem me worthy of my dreams; To take fate by the reigns is my only choice. But, until my courage is stacked high enough, I wait in my self-constructed prison Asking myself this… How many deeds need be done until my punishment is over? That answer is as blurred as my tear filled vision… But there are times when my vision clears for but a moment, Those few who see past my mask and who listen long with hearts hearing, I owe more than I can ever repay. Sometimes in sadness’ shadow, I forget those who reach out to help me. To those few heroes in my life, I wish I could give what they give me with but a smile from their face… One day I will. ------------------ --------------------- "What dreams may come?" Guiltborn |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
In my humble opinion ... you are being WAY too hard upon yourself. True, it does take courage but face the storm! I liked the line from "The Shawshank Redemption" "Get buisy living or get busy dieing" You choose.... |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
I know a small bit of your "history" and thus the mood you write in often....I love your pieces...I happen to think this is one of your best I've read...I think it's absolutely wonderful that you can write to share your thoughts & struggles so beautifully with yourself & others...keep up the good work no matter what anyone says...my poetry is my therapy....( much cheaper too) !! It's been my therapy for nearly 15 years...use your gift to help yourself heal...You have such a beautiful way of letting me in your mind - and you're not afraid to share it. For that, you deserve applause...If more people would write during the hard times, instead of other means of showing their anger & disappointment with the world, we'd have a much more beautiful world to live in....keep it up!  ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet [This message has been edited by poetFemmeFatale (edited 07-29-99).] |
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guiltborn Junior Member
since 1999-07-26
Posts 30South Dakota |
poetFemmeFatale: Your compliments always make me glad that i write poetry. Your compliments are heart felt and so very appreciated. You give me the fuel to keep my poetic fire, no matter how small, burning. thank you. ------------------ --------------------- "What dreams may come?" Guiltborn |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
That's what I'm here for - I'm glad you respond to my interest with open arms...I not only critique the writer's style and form, but I try to get inside their head to see WHY they wrote & WHAT they felt to inspire them to pick up a pen in the first place...That is the beauty I see in poetry...much deeper than the ink itself...your works have a special place in my heart because I know where you're coming from - I've been in a similar "neighborhood"...Feel free to E-mail me with your thoughts anytime...I'd love to talk. I'm leaving town for a week to go veg on the beach & get away so I can write some new stuff...the ocean inspires me...please be here when I get back, otherwise, leave me a forwarding address, ok? Gennifer ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Guiltborn: Once again you hit hard with raw emotions. A fine bit of work here. I'm not much on free verse, but yours are a must read in my book. Keep on healin'. My best to you. Andrew [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 07-29-99).] |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I fully agree with Andrew. The raw emotion in your writing is awe-inspiring. Your poems are real. I can give no greater compliment. |
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