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| Open Poetry #6 |
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The Death of Us |
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atslanta Junior Member
since 2000-03-10
Posts 13 |
A poised challenge to me like waves crashing the beach a memory so distant, yet piercing the bone pervading my thoughts it demands to be heard holding my heart in its basket of words Forever it was ago and by now it be gone another sun shines warm, a new road leads on but stretch as I do and leave as I persist the taste remains me here and thoughts imprisoned in this not of love’s light, but a truth to confess these chains wear the rust of an everyday test an awkward snug, a tailor’s mistake the truth that we’ve sown we soon forsake a truth that by you sees no start from its center of reason you hide your heart bellowed clear from the depths of your soul a cry for love, yet a standard to hold you let your past determine your love don’t let your guilt make you part of a lost way no direction for move your compass as guide, your own untruth A love now gone from good soil it was learned but her smile faces someone else and her back is to me turned I remember those eyes, fine skin, gentle hair I recall the warmth of a single breath What she sees her game with rules as fair Adroit her skills have scored a Death |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
not of love’s light, but a truth to confess these chains wear the rust of an everyday test an awkward snug, a tailor’s mistake the truth that we’ve sown we soon forsake a truth that by you sees no start from its center of reason you hide your heart bellowed clear from the depths of your soul a cry for love, yet a standard to hold you let your past determine your love don’t let your guilt make you part of a lost way no direction for move your compass as guide, your own untruth ------------ wow you have an amazing way of expressing your self...this is VERY well written... I really enjoyed reading this. take care,jm you're really alone at last... you're bored and fading fast, if it's true you'll fall from the past all you'll have to do is ask you'll feel but never be you want and always need price you pay for wanting to see will you have all you've ever dreamed... robin wilson |
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