Open Poetry #3 |
The better man |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
when there's no one here to save you glance through the cracks at me watch me drop the bricks called guilt on the hurt blame is free as your little wound heals save the one who deals the pain it always felt so sane a little sensual but a lot less than you planned perhaps that will keep you safe and understand that today you live the better man ------------------ |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well, I'm lost. What is your meaning here? I start out looking at it one way, and then it does a U turn. |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
not too shabby ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Would you mind elaborating on this piece a little, so I can appropriately respond to it? ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." "Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..." |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
If only we all could be absolved of guilt that easily.Nicely done. ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Well for those that didn't catch what you were saying...to me this talks of forgiveness to someone that hurt you. That once the pain of their indescretion begins to subside go ahead and be a friend to them when they need you....right Jackal? I enjoyed this... |
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