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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
I have these words inside. Meager and plain but they are my own. They come from inside me somewhere- longing to be let out. But I fear the reproach...the weary blanket of stares your eyes will throw at me. Until finally my words become softer and non important. A trailing conversation to be forgotten..... I practice in my head...the words I want to say to you. And they never sound right when my voice is saying them. They never make sense to my heart-so I wonder how I expect you to know what they mean. I feel torn and inbetween two places. Stuck at a crossroads that was created at my own hands...because I never listen to reason never listen to fact until it is too late until the emotion has run its course and had its way with me- leaving me confused and empty except for the words I never say. Will never say. My heart hangs heavy. Maybe this is the only feeling I've ever known- ever trusted as right and maybe I do the things I do because I don't know any better or maybe I do know better but do them anyway- the fool finally, at last....selling words for inspiration...heartaches for words that mean something to someone somewhere else. Alone with only my words- I cry. And the teardrops are my own, meager and plain. And the words are no longer inside me. ------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
I like the way you put it all together at the end. The conclusion is touching. [This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 07-18-99).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I think this would be easier to read if it was formatted differently...but I like what you say....  |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Christina, I read your work and I see myself a few years back when I used my writing at first for my own "therapy" if you will. This helped me express what was raging inside me, and some of my best works were written when I was down so low I had to look up to see the bottom. You keep on writing what's in your heart, and it matters not if you get 1 response or 100 responses! Important thing is, is that you shared a piece of yourself, and in doing so, there is a bit of poetic relief you feel in letting others into your soul. Many people read through these and never comment, but that doesn't mean you haven't touched someone with your words... Keep writing, and I'll be checking in on you!!  ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
I'm sorry, I preached instead of commenting...this piece really moved me...it's amazing how much of your soul you dumped into this thing! It was very touching....I like how you tied it all in in the end. ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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thursdayschild Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 169Houston, Tx. |
Thank you for this piece, it was truly heartfelt and moving. Your words do mean something....to many someone's! Good work Christina. |
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