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The poetry has stopped
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The poetry has stopped |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas 
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The poetry has stopped. I’m not sure how to heal myself; will reading your words eventually kill me, or bleed the wound of the gangrene flesh? Cauterize me. I want to be burned closed and branded with your white hot indifference. I love you but you loved me never, and it sends me into a fevered state of broken promises and mirages of who you were. I will never be 98.6 again. There isn’t room here for the both of us, only one poet can cry ink onto the page, and your words keep on coming, in long rhyming moans about the torture and the hell you live in because of the one who left you behind. Well hell then. You’ve left me behind, and I can’t seem to write something bad enough for you to understand how much I hate love. The poetry has stopped, and I can’t think straight anymore, because sonnets don’t exist in real life. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
You sure do have a way with this topic. Very powerful. Sandra |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wow, this is haunting in a way. The hurt will be healed by time, but reading those words will make that time seem an eternity. I'd suggest trying to find something else to do for a while. Best of luck. This one hurts. All writing comes |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Oh, my sweet girl, poetry will never stop, it only sleeps and for a time runs to and fro and glides back into your life as a kite on a March wind! Rest in the reassurance that you are young! With much more to be written. Kathleen |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
"because sonnets don't exist in real life. . ." that's a line that will make you think. . . is real life metrical, or is it just free verse?? excellently done. . . a lot of outpouring here. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
sonnets ARE in real life! YOU are in real life.... so beautifully wonderfully you.... the pain of your words puts me in anguish and i reach out my Love to you........ whatever you are going through, please know you WILL heal...... and afterward, you will be stronger, wiser, more resilient, and full of Love to share because you have the beauty of Love inside of you ((((hugs))))) |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Sweet Busy Bee! Its good to see you writing under whatever circumstances. This oozes a mixture of emotions, and is encloaked in desperation to hold to something solid. Very very intense, Bee. I enjoyed and felt every word. All I can say is you WILL be fine. Just heal, and don't stop writing even if you don't post. Don't let the poetry stop. *sigh* yup..intense does not even begin to describe the pain I see here. Take care of you! :loveya; (((HUGS))) Sometimes the heart needs the solace of solitude and silence. |
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Topheth Member
since 2001-09-08
Posts 297Texas |
Quite touching ... thank you for posting this. |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Your heartbreaking disappointment and sadness are so well worded in this piece, it's greatly appreciated through tears for you. Keep writing as it's great medicine. Rae |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
 Did I mention its good to see you writing?  Sometimes the heart needs the solace of solitude and silence. |
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