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Misspent Time |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida 
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In earnest effort I Reached forth And outward extending Beyond Me To touch something Inside the flesh To the seed of Truth Of you Nimble fingers Weave the path With frayed fringe Of maps Unneeded Back forth Back forth Over callused edges Smoothed with times Past traveled It was in this journey I Of care-full Frustrated aid Mistook misspent anger For the need to Breach the walls of Understanding Mistook your -Why- for desire in meeting my demons of discontent Rhetorical, really Wasn’t it? You King of Denigration With scythe held high Gleaming Forth and brought down To harvest the Pains of my blind Years Blind sight Of coldly cruel intentions Left behind the path Worn with time Loved, woven …destroyed And once nimble fingers Age’d in a sand grain of time Lost to the winds Of misunderstanding I will weave no more |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
keep weavin..tales like this o course!! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
ouch |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Nicole: This was ... well, painful to read. The sort of wound that you wonder if it will ever heal ... Perhaps this was simply poetic license, though, so I will not assume that it mirrors reality ... however, I send you hugs and wishes for happier inspiration.  --Kess YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, this poem bleeds Nicole ... I could feel the "ache" in my own heart after reading this. Poetically speaking, it grew stronger with every stanza and ended perfectly. Emotionally speaking, I can only say I hope this is not the end of your weavings - you have so much to offer, truly ... don't you go giving up yet. ((HUGS)) to you. Michael |
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