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Semi Trucks and Hands That Are Never Touched.
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Semi Trucks and Hands That Are Never Touched. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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I hear the semi trucks passing on the long stretch of highway, their distance leaves an echo of unearthly voices that ring through my ears. I feel your temperament like warm waves all around me, words unveiled like silent slashes across my skin, you deny me. I see my selfish body lay before me, as if this were her only time to rest, or think. Much more, is that she tells me I'm tired, when I feel no need to sleep. The cold air is clashing with your lashings, that wasted my time my mind, my withering soul...come, crumble me like bread within your fingers, I dare you, for without me there is no you.. ..even if I am but a scar.. Sometimes, I envision love, personified, but without substance. I am unable to control the shapes it takes. You have eight sides, I cannot draw you, you are indescribable. I know now why I am not willing to escape you.. You pick me untill I bleed, you remind yourself that I am here, I am the sky, the wind your eyes... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"..even if I am but a scar.." Then let him not be. There is always life beyond right now.  always love your offerings Meg."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh Meg WOW...how this aches, sigh.  for you and a  for me m xx  ~i want for myself your trembling~ |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
The image of the semis on the highway--I like that. I could wish the poem had not ended so sadly. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
you give me goosebumps. This has got to be one of your best! This felt like an out of body experience. i pictured you laying in a bed, at midday, leaving your body. speaking as an observer, looking down. This was so beautiful, it makes me want to scream. or print this out and read it every day. seriously Meg! NEVER stop writing. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Good Lord, I know this, Oh Meg, THIS You pick me untill I bleed, you remind yourself that I am here, I am the sky, the wind your eyes... God, how I know what you mean. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
supah awesomah powa! i may not have the cybernetic eyes of batou, the psychi powers of tetsuo, or jubei's willpower to hunt down 8 warriors of the demon clan. but i do know i l#ve yer poems.. you rock like major kusanagi(only i can't see you in purple legwarmers) do you think anyone knows what the hell i'm talking about? btw, check out the main villain's name in ninja scroll..what the hell are the odds? |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I am the sky, the wind your eyes... ~*~ A conscientious conscious... They don't leave us alone...  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I took this as longing personified, which ached through the screen. In the famed movie, "The Way We Were" there is a scene where Barbra's character tried to define just that, as she closed her eyes and says... "I want--" she pauses, and then just says again, "I want." I want. A sentence all by itself, and the elusive object remains a mystery. You always make me think lovie. Always. |
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