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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
the wind scattering his tears he walks the soft hues of his eyes muted by what was < !signature--> Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland [This message has been edited by lotharingia (edited 06-10-2000).] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Alone, one word describes it all... Great one, lotharingia... regards, sudhir My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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Jeffyf Junior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 49Muncie, IN |
A simple look in the eyes can speak volumes. When that soundless voice is muted, such is a painful ordeal. Wonderful work, Lotharingia. Jeffy |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Alone. ow I know this feeling and you described it very well. enjoyed your poem a lot. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. Faster- manic street preachers I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented *I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell The first time you see yourself naked you cry Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in othing but it is my nothing Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else * chorus So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything (x4) ----- |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
You express the pain of lonliness and emptiness so well in so few words. That's the mark of a true poet my friend! After I read this, the first words out of my mouth were wow! - I couldn't have expressed this intense deep feeling any better. Unfortunately, I know all too well how it feels to be alone. "the soft hues of his eyes muted by what was" amazing and unique lines!  Take care, Melissa Honeybee [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 06-10-2000).] |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
and once again, my fellow dark poet, such few words such power is heard... i love your work! thank you for sharing here. kynder The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
As always, merci! Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Oooh,...this is so what it is supposed to be. Mmm,...so real,...so there. Bbbrrr. You know what you're talking about here and I am sorry to hear that. I've been there. Please take care of you. *Peace. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Spitfire, thanks for your comments, I'm glad the poem had an impact on you! What concerns me, you needn't worry. As to the poems: although some of them are based on my own experiences, emotions, I usually can't express these things until after the event. Most of them are either inspired by what I percieve of people around me, or pure fiction. Although I have experienced lonliness to excess (it's practically a permanent feature of my life!), this one is pure fiction. My intention is to force the reader to feel some of the subject's (he in the poem) despair. Thanks for reading! Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
great poem all i can say is I love the facts they tell the heart as it is. JJ |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
it's as though you have looked into my heart. fiction or not, every night for me. love the read my friend. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
I can see the faraway look: that look in someone's eyes when they have gone a million miles away, or a million tears ago. As always, you are vivid with such concise language. |
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