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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
the year is twelve, the month is four, the date is unknown, the hour is past one, the feeling the mood, is lonely is lost, is partly glad partly sad. why? i struggle for an answer in this dark cave of mine, while music whispers in my ears, a screen glows brightly in my face, my phalanges go clickety-clack, on a black keyboard with white figures two-one-two its the hour now, and my brain is slowing down, sleep nudges at me; making me nod. but mildly frantic raving, keeps me from drifting off into space, into sleep, oh beautiful abyss. and thus i struggle to explain the feeling at my core. two-two-one nine minutes gone by, your name escapes my lips, for a split second i see your face, my heart pulsates suddenly wide awake two-two-two reads the digital clock. image gone, memory fading, yearning remaining, why? why such feelings vague joy and overwhelming sadness, like a glimmer of gold in a pitch black sky, a tiny pitch of light rapidly being swallowed, by complete and utter darkness. two-three-zero i feel so lonely tonight, tomorrow i hope is a better day, except today is tomorrow. the year is twelve, the month is four, the date is yesterpresent, the time is two-three-four, my fingers are clicking away. to the white screen in front of me, with darkness for surroundings, and Spanish music softly playing sweet tunes in my ears, the feeling the mood is forlorn, why? I've a treasure but no one to share with, a crystal fragment of joy but no one around, and a heart that yearns to share all this with you. now my words are done and gone, i tidy i clean up, weary, sad, forlorn, most of all alone. two-four-two with noone to share i bid myself goodnight. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
There is always someone to share with, yolilitzli, it is merely a matter of timing for the most part. I liked your poem. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
thanks and ummm my name is richard my signature is merely nahuatle for life yolilitzli |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
two-three-zero i feel so lonely tonight, tomorrow i hope is a better day, except today is tomorrow. I identified with every line and love your portrayal of forlorn! When loneliness sets up housekeeping, it leaves little room for hope.  |
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