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Invisible Scars |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins; A second is worth both my future and past. The more I denied my becoming insane, The sooner insanity touched me at last. The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate, The soundless laugh at the one I forgot - The yesterday's me - and the force to create The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got. I love the invisible scars of my skin - The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed. These words I give birth to just come from within, Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed. These words cost two hours less than a night - Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk. Two hours more, and the things will go right As long as I fail my deceiving the clock. |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
A very intimate poem. There is much imagery here. "The soundless laugh at the one I forgot The yesterdays me and the force to create The life I portrayed--It's less than I've got." I like those lines because I am always learning, to I am always more today than I was yesterday. Loved the poem, keep writing. It's 6:15 am here on a cold October morning out here on the Nebraska plains where there are few people and lot of wind.I am listening to Mozart. My morning is better now because of your poem. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I love Saturday mornings at Pip, the introspection of our poets is simply amazing. I saw your invisible scars.  |
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