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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk 
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it whispers beneath the skin-- burrowing towards the core, how it seems to always win the darkness wrapped in a different lure. And further down it sinks its bait the feelings I least know of all-- the ones wrapped less in pain and more in those happy little thoughts' some might even call it "love". Yet how I scale back that which has yet to be found, and how I have yet to touch upon giving, for is this now the burden of a crown to give freely knowing that what you're giving may never be felt-- awash with the truth which states how can you give what you have not received? how can you produce that which has not been consumed within you' as flesh from animals drives a inner meaning of spirit-- what does without state upon my soul. I've known the sharp pain of that hook trying to sink into the last pieces of "hope". Words have their magic and doings have their meanings-- i've been like a lost soul upon a vessel out in that vast unknown floating upon the waters surface' it matters not which way I transverse' for it is my inner that is broken and of need of a course' to speak truthfully I am shattered as would a glass ball be if dropped-- scattered into many pieces each piece as sharp as the last hurting and afraid to be touched. I haven't touched another human being in years not held a hand, or caressed a face-- nor kissed the lips and sank into eyes felt a presence on my flesh, stood with speaking thoughts coming from mine own' I recall her saying i've got my horny eyes on-- and now i've just relocated the horns. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"I haven't touched another human being in years not held a hand, or caressed a face-- nor kissed the lips and sank into eyes felt a presence on my flesh, stood with speaking thoughts coming from mine own' I recall her saying i've got my horny eyes on-- and now i've just relocated the horns." Okay. A bit (a lot actually) of self analysis you have given yourself. Those last few lines about not touching another human being, I can actually relate to. But like most of us when we self analysis, I think you may have been a bit too hard on yourself! ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
It's hard to use your hands when they're always filled with time. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
enjoyed, as we say in french, des états d'âme, yours are moving towards hope i guess when you feel lucidity and some new detachment or simply love amicalement yann |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
thank you for the kind replies and its always interesting to know what the french say. RS |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
You write with an admirable honesty that touches the surface of the emotions this reader feels. How could I feel more? Some will always mistake horny eyes for troubled eyes. |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
Kinda hard for me to understand, but as you say "words do have their magic". I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather...not like the passengers screaming in the back of his car. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"The darkness wrapped in a different lure. And further down it sinks its bait the feelings I least know of all-- the ones wrapped less in pain and more in those happy little thoughts' some might even call it "love"." This is so good. The entirety, obviously. Darkness wrapped in a different lure.. I love that. |
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