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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2011-08-09 06:39 PM

A Match Made…

If Weariness were a color, I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother, I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide, I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride – her name is Misery.

I wake to face the day, unclad, my emotions laid bare…
For all to see, stark raving mad, my venue of despair.
Slowly stirring the cauldron, sprinkling hope atop the boil –
The years of my life free fallen unto a fruitless spoil.

Still, the relics of ambition live, if but to stay my hand,
Coming to blind fruition in the penchant of the damned…
As the starless sky above me holds forever in discord,
And to know you’ll never love me stands as my only reward.

If my soul had but an ounce of worth, I’d sell it for a dime –
To stop trying to unearth a redemption of lost time.
But there it is, the truth in BOLD, my stark reality…
I only manage to turn hearts cold, once they’re given to me.

Still, I’ll present you my best smile, like I did once, while living –
Take my place ‘the end of the aisle, giving in to Misgiving.
As Darkness passes me the ring, place it on her bony finger,
While the abandoned hall comes to sing for Misery and her dead ringer.

Michael Anderson

Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head...

Coolridge

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2011-08-09 06:52 PM

The tempest of the storm of inner emotion reigns high when the color of weariness is the color of your skin. The depths we must plunder as we wipe our grief among the common folks sometimes gives rise to tears of grief and we know not where to turn. Never fear. There is a bright and shining light awaiting you, and you will soon find it and walk hand-in-hand with yourself and understand that what is past is truly gone

~ If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it. ~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

2 posted 2011-08-09 08:51 PM

Heart wrenching as always...your words cut deep with the skill of a surgeon.
Lori

katahdin
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since 2010-07-01

Posts 1196
ME. In the Shadow of the Mt.

3 posted 2011-08-09 10:47 PM

I agree with JP and Lori. Nicely done.
Kat >^..<

Prasad Nataraj
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since 2008-05-29

Posts 1149
Bangalore,India

4 posted 2011-08-10 07:09 AM

Fine writing, Michael. very raw and dark!

"The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts"

Sunshine

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2011-08-10 09:01 AM

It's been a long while since a simple
WOW
has escaped my fingers...

IWIHWT...

you had me at the first line, and kept me
all the way through.

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2011-08-10 10:34 AM

Michael...Someone with your talent and writing sensitivity, has a light shining within, whether they see it or not.

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

7 posted 2011-08-10 02:56 PM

I could almost ditto Sunshine's response... except I would only wish for the exquisite rhyme and not the depth of pain (coward that I am *S*). This is beyond superb!!

ebonygirl
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since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

8 posted 2011-08-10 05:11 PM

I hope she, "Misery", becomes "Mystery Woman".
Enjoyed your poem, Michael.
Ms. e

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

9 posted 2011-08-11 01:56 AM

Still, I’ll present you my best smile, like I did once, while living –
Take my place ‘the end of the aisle, giving in to Misgiving.
As Darkness passes me the ring, place it on her bony finger,
While the abandoned hall comes to sing for Misery and her dead ringer.

An emptiness of spirit is an ache that hurts beyond the bone to the marrow.

Excellent - reads like a song to me, this one.

Marilyn
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since 1999-09-26

Posts 2621
Ontario, Canada

10 posted 2011-08-11 10:13 AM

If my soul had but an ounce of worth, I’d sell it for a dime –
To stop trying to unearth a redemption of lost time.
But there it is, the truth in BOLD, my stark reality…
I only manage to turn hearts cold, once they’re given to me.

I find this very hard to believe. Some of us can see you. those who can't are not worth your pain.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

11 posted 2011-08-11 01:42 PM

Michael, as always, a beautiful and sensitive poem. I suspect that you have attracted and accepted women incompatible to you, and that is why it didn't work. May I suggest that the next one you start a relationship with, you choose with 25% of your head and 75% of your heart, instead of only with your heart.

Owl

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