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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada 
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sitting in the dark with my music painting the walls but i'm deaf the beat follows my heartbeat these tears that won't come seem to clog my mind and i'm broken fake smiles fake breathing fake i'm sorry i can't be everything everyone needs i'll cry myself to sleep knowing that i don't exist is it possible to be seen without being seen? is it be possible to be mute while screaming your heart out? they say i've changed they say that things aren't the same try living a double life and tell me that it doesn't change you my breathing becomes irregular as i try and sketch out my life myself is it so hard to believe i'm lonely. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I drink myself to sleep (not saying it's okay) but it works |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"is it possible to be seen without being seen? is it be possible to be mute while screaming your heart out?" Oh...yes, it is possible. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Yes I really enjoyed your words. I wrote and lost the first poem of these two and your words are a different and better vision of what I tried to create, although I wrote the first one of a woman on a viaduct on a bridge in Zaventum who needed to stop a train and did so whilst they were pursued. It was a sort of Secret Service/Bond thing I wanted to try, but the second was of a place in South Wales called Miskin Manor, in the Prince of Wales Suite. Your words are better that what I tried to creat in the first poem but I would, if you dont mind, like to add the second. Dave Your eyes have a beauty that was sculptured from the deep Your eyes are a blue that lives only for one Your lips are a red that spits fire Your white gown hanging from the shoulder inflames my lust We are in the suite We have two hours Shall we bath You know we promised We promised them this evening They shall have this evening They will have to wait for now The bath will fit two And bubble for four Your gown is dry But you will dry it later Your eyes sparkle Why a shoulder when I can have your eyes To softly drink from them To be as one for ever after Why do we need the bath's bubbles To caress us Why day could intrude on us We have two hours And I must loose you And give you away The one I lost and found again |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
that was absolutely beautiful,and though you say your words could not match mine,i see complete beauty in them and am in awe. amazing,thank you. |
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