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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513
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Numbers are but a necessary evil They hold no solace like my words They cannot shelter my heart, my very soul Beneath admittance, understanding, and compassion I love my words The way ink, my blackened blood, Gushes onto pages yet undefiled So, in consequence, must I love myself? I- with blackened blood and tarnished soul? These pages once so clean, so pure I have tainted With my corruption I am evil Like those numbers I make no sense and... Confronted with me... Who alive can form a solid conclusion As to how to deal with me? Perchance I flatter myself Toying with the notion that no one truly conprehends Plagued, tragic heroine that I am, With finding one who does One who can Is it I who do not understand? My hubris, my downfall Looking all ways for flattery and finding none I look within myself And find both reassurance and abuse Ugly Evil Broken Demented Beautiful Goodness Perfect Sane All these I hear, but none in between So shall the madness grow? If anyone read you, words You dear, sweet, beautiful, perfect words, Would they dare to know? Shall I shelter you as you shelter me? Stay close; I'll protect you Protect you as I crave to be protected In hopes I might be something precious Hold you close like I need to be held Odd that it is through action, not words that I percieve love You words are everything beautiful and perfect in my mind Forgive me... Not everything. There are others. But it is through you, Sweet Perfections, That they are known. And I am damned. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
No, no, no, no, no, you are not damned. We all want our words to be heard, understood and appreciated - agreed with is way down the line. Our words are us - our children, our thoughts, our essence - so if people hear, understand and appreciate our words, they are hearing, understanding and appreciating us. Way before wanting to be be loved, we want to be heard, understood and appreciated - then that being done, we want to be cared about - and then, and only then, we want to be loved. Another way of looking at that is we only want to be loved by people who care about us. We would like people who care about us to hear, understand and appreciate us. However, we are not all courageous enough to admit the above. You are. This is an exquisite, sensitive and honest to the core, self-analysis and outpouring from your heart of hearts and superbly constructed, especially by starting with such a compassionate truth that numbers (with the exception of some indirect references to numbers such as numbers of deaths, people starving, etc) are nothing in comparison to words. Owl |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
Thank you. It is far easier to admit that which we truly feel to the void than it is aloud, is it not? |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, yes. And it's a very good place to start. I believe though, that we should admit it aloud, with caution, to the right person/people. If others don't understand or try to crush our vulnerability, so be it. We are the stronger and nobler for it and despite the recipients of our words not understanding it then, on reflection, even years later, it could enrich their lives and help them to express their inner feelings themselves and so enrich their own lives even further and those of others too. Owl |
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