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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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I fondle the words, those navigating my thoughts all to often slipping away like grains of sand through these fingers, tired from reaching the tattered. Their loss of color lessened by the sun's shortness of breadth. I try to stay away, brushing the words aside but they are fastened tight to hold, a voice inside my wind encountering their touch as they play my strings taunting me into challenge, to open up tear eyes in darkness seeking light. I live my days through night, the pacing and rhythm a hike through the past resting at each timbered crossing, those planks that lead me on coursing my way, edging me closer to a tomorrow I dread. I think back on those moments where fear held me back, keeping me from the enjoyments offered, when fear ruled me, its voice unprepared and I, regressing, lapsing into my own prophecy of failure. I give up those tender for you, "an escape from emotion," my words faltering, depressing to others as I hold onto that which I can no longer spirit, so gravely are my thoughts of late. I am the forgotten one, inside I know that, the shadows having explored me, shrouding me in black, spinning me so that I have no sense of direction always coming back to you, "the empty, with no reason" recalling only a beach somewhere and a hand touching mine, holding me up as the waves pounded the shore and the grains of sand slipped beneath me. He was there, was there, was there... then left me too...and I, not able to help as he was to me, I shall be to you. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." (Will Moss) [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (09-30-2003 09:47 AM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I fondle the words, those navigating my thoughts all to often slipping away like grains of sand through these fingers, tired from reaching the tattered. M, this poem weeps of want and memories...very thoughtful reflective write hon. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I am the forgotten one, inside I know that, the shadows having explored me, shrouding me in black, spinning me so that I have no sense of direction always coming back to you, "the empty, with no reason" ........ He was there, was there, was there then left me too...and I not able to help as he was to me, I shall be to you. in your words I find much to ponder..and depths to feel.. as he was to you... [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-30-2003 09:47 AM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
just back..to give the hug..I should have when I first read this..  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I think back on those moments where fear held me back, keeping me from the enjoyments offered, when fear ruled me, its voice unprepared and I, regressing, lapsing into my own prophecy of failure. sending lots of hugs and smiles along to you, please catch them, wishing you a vastly wonderful day today, forget it all, the fears, the past, take one moment and look at the beauty...you deserve all that life has to offer. Love Lee J. |
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