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Agoraphobia (you are my outside).

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Kaoru
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where the wild flowers grow


0 posted 06-03-2009 01:26 PM       View Profile for Kaoru   Email Kaoru   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Kaoru


The fluff of tree seeds careen into the breeze,
and how I long to catch them with my stranded hair,
with my yearning fingertips.
And my body in liquid avoidance, crying for a
deep breath of the air
but overcome by the fearful void of that sliding
glass door, it never falls broken, never comes open,
keeps me leaning toward, but always apart.
I close my bitter eyes to the sun,
I imagine this is just not the day for courage or
play, so I can't help but give up hope on the
sway and living Earth.
You
stand between me and my fear, and I carry
the water for the flowers still,
crumbling over the weight of you,
you are my outside.

The dawn never brings me good news,
rain never carries you away,
your shadow cloud blocking my kindled star,
and I've spent my days watching, in horror,
as my world continues to wilt without end.
Your sour smile only brings
more darkness, but you'd love to think
yes, you'd love to think you are full of light.

You are my night perpetual, you are
my outside keeping me in,
my quaking Earth that's cracking and breaking
in all the wrong places.
And shocking in my bedroom you ask that I shall
hold you through the moonlight,
to rest beside my withered, so you are ready
for the 'morrow. And I let you without fight,
as if welcoming this sorrow.

But little do you know that I
have covered all of my future windows,
so you know not when to wake.
And I take her hand in mind as we shall walk
the days in rays of light while you
dream of the next charade.

I am not your savior, I am your night.
Keep my past fears for warmth, for
my flowers bloomed as you slept, my love,
and you cannot breathe in my scorn.
I am your outside, I am your in,
I am your fighting words and
this
is your end.
© Copyright 2009 Meghan Armitage - All Rights Reserved
Dark Stranger
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1 posted 06-03-2009 02:08 PM       View Profile for Dark Stranger   Email Dark Stranger   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Stranger

ms K..knew a lady once that wore angora often and left teeth marks and fingernail holes..been scared as heck of her for years..guess that is angoraphobia?

enjoyed your context here!!
ctowen
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2 posted 06-03-2009 02:47 PM       View Profile for ctowen   Email ctowen   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit ctowen's Home Page   View IP for ctowen

Fears have their power, but we give it to them.
   Maybe it is because of that power each fear companions with?
       ...maybe limiting such power eases the particular fear.


          .... just me, out here looking in my friend.


  Ct
Susan Caldwell
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3 posted 06-03-2009 04:21 PM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

Ah Meg..I do not know what to say..I see this as so much more than a phobia and it makes me bleed for you.

take her hand...

your words bring everything to life.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

viking_metal
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4 posted 06-03-2009 05:09 PM       View Profile for viking_metal   Email viking_metal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for viking_metal

"my flowers bloomed as you slept, my love"

They always edit my posts when I swear. :-/

FREAKing incredible. BatSHOOT wonderful. Mind boggling. Face melting.


-P

Everyone deserves to be loved, even you.
inkedgoddess
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5 posted 06-03-2009 10:17 PM       View Profile for inkedgoddess   Email inkedgoddess   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for inkedgoddess

felt like a voyeur looking in your outside /inside windows, glad to be able to get out of  your torment. powerful feelings evoked by your poetry here
Rex Allen McCoy
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6 posted 06-05-2009 12:20 AM       View Profile for Rex Allen McCoy   Email Rex Allen McCoy   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rex Allen McCoy's Home Page   View IP for Rex Allen McCoy

very strong emotions in this one ... felt your plight and experienced your sadness
~
beautifully written
Margherita
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Eternity


7 posted 06-05-2009 12:49 PM       View Profile for Margherita   Email Margherita   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Margherita

Breathtaking rhythm of strong emotions, dear Kaoru!

The healing power of your pen is bringing results. This poem holds strength and trust.

Love,
Margherita
Honeybunch
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8 posted 06-05-2009 04:25 PM       View Profile for Honeybunch   Email Honeybunch   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Honeybunch's Home Page   View IP for Honeybunch

Very moving write and certainly most powerful.
I held my breath until the end - and then went back to hold it again.  

Helen
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nowhere and everywhere


9 posted 06-11-2009 08:32 PM       View Profile for brneyedgrly   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brneyedgrly

And my body in liquid avoidance, crying for a
deep breath of the air
but overcome by the fearful void of that sliding
glass door, it never falls broken, never comes open,
keeps me leaning toward, but always apart.
I close my bitter eyes to the sun,
I imagine this is just not the day for courage or
play, so I can't help but give up hope on the
sway and living Earth.

~i feel you deeply kao...i too suffer from agoraphobia...my only advice is small steps and self-forgiveness.  best wishes...
 
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