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paraboxer Member
since 2002-11-10
Posts 121Maryland, USA |
(AN: The muse is the same as before. You might want to read the poem To My Lili Marlene to get the idea behind this. Howie Day's Ghost inspired this poem. I'm a ROTC student, hence the 'soldier boy' reference.) Dreaming of You Lately I've been dreaming of you. Though I know you've got a boyfriend. Leaving me feeling alone and blue. I'll always treasure you as a friend. I'm denied love yet again. A status that I should be used to. But still it brings me suffering and pain. I'll be there for you through and through. I'm like the dolphin of the concrete pool. Who yearns constantly for the open sea. I've been called a awkward, romantic fool. I yearn to have my love returned to me. But since your heart belongs to him. I respect that, though it breaks my heart. My chances of being with you seem slim. You're my friend, though I'm torn apart. The dolphin of the concrete tank. Never felt the freedom of the high seas. My scars are all inside, his are down his flank. This is yet another of life's harsh decrees. Your friendship buoys me and I'll always treasure. That status, no matter what may transpire. I'll be there for you, through pain and pleasure. This unrequited love burns like fire. At night it is usually at its worst. As I watch couples walk by in the pale moonlight. The pain, it threatens my heart to burst. To a point where I dread the apporach of twilight. I feel like the dolphin in the concrete pen. Who stares at the vast sea of stars. I often wonder only one word, when? When will time erase my inner scars. I was raised in a house of romance and love. My parents, after decades, still together. Their romance a gift from God above. For some reason, pain is mine to weather. Every time I've reached out in love. It's been thrown back into my face. I implore peace from God above. You'll be impossible to replace. I care enough to let you follow your dreams. If they don't involve being with me. Let God hear my silent agonized screams. I hope my suffering you never need see. I can't hurt you in that way. Because my suffering is caused by you. For peace, to God and the saints, I pray. That I may one day find a love pure and true. Sadly it seems not to be granted to me. Like the dolphin of the concrete tank. Who shall never at all be free. Who'll never feel the open sea down his flank. A man alone is what I am, apparently. I've cared for you for so long. I wish the man in your arms were me. But it's not, so I must bear it and be strong. Our friendship is one I'll treasure forever. Even if I don't find you in my arms. Even if it means romance for me, never. Sadly not for me are meant your charms. I love the way you smile at my random kind acts. It brings joy to my very heart and soul. Despite the knowledge of cold and certain facts. For hours on end in my heart there is no hole. Though my path along the night tide is lonely. Like the dolphin of the concrete pool. Your best interests in the matter, I think of only. I guess I'm just a heartbroken romantic fool. That dolphin that shall never know freedom's gaze. Whenever he smells the scent of sea bird's feather. Or feels a yearning of instinctive old ways. Or has an instinctive eye for oceanic weather. Is like me, loving you but unloved in return. When I smell that sweet lilac scent. Knowledge I am defeated, inside it does burn. Yet I fall in love again, my heart torn and rent. I opened up to you a part rarely shown. The romantic side of me, born of my loving hearth. A hidden heart of the 'soldier boy' yet unknown. A part hidden from others of God's green earth. I was willing to love again, after many years. Emotionally mangled by immaturity of high school. I was willing to love again, after unshed tears. Where I was labeled the lonely romantic fool. "Get on with it soldier! Carry on!" A simple order I can follow, and must do so. I march on with my life, my insides half gone. Healing, a process long and slow. Your kindness and compassion breached the wall. I felt that special kind of warmth without doubt. Even through this bitter and painful fall. I rekindled a fire that had nearly died out. Despite the fact this fall season tragic. Because you love another, but still my friend. My memories will always hold a certain magic. To transport me to happier times without end. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"I feel like the dolphin in the concrete pen. Who stares at the vast sea of stars. I often wonder only one word, when? When will time erase my inner scars."  (big hugggsssssss) You write love poetry with the most deepest heart, sweet friend, and you are one dolphin with a heart as true as yours that will leap to the moon and eclipse into true joy! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Carl, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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