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She is alone |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
She sits alone in a room, Filled with beings of life. The figures apear so dominating, Yet she doesn't know what she is afraid of. Familiar thoughts of failure, Whisper daunting thoughts in her ear. The once proud girl who stood tall, Has come to a crashing holt in a world of order. The chaotic lifestyle in which she dreamed for, Was only a vision of a dream gone wrong. Blinded by her own stupidty, Her life still told the same story of despair. She is alone in time, Alone in a body she doesn't want. The same body of the dreamer, Paralysed by the fear of not knowing. The conjured sentences blackened the mind, A mind that wants to break free. And seek refuge among those who are the same, With images of the same fairytale life. Why must the pain continue? So many demands, So many expectations, Grind the lonely soul into oblivion. She is alone in the darkness, Where the tears roll like bricks. Where the fearfull demons taunt her, And continue to crush her spirit. Gently the winds hum tunes, To the sound of lifes lost souls. Singing the same song as she, Swaying in flickers of light from far away. Her canvased emotions paint a picture, Of memories driving nails into her remaining body. Shadowy figures haunt her face, As the past catches up with her for another round. She is alone and dying, For her mind is eating away at what's left. The inexcusible actions of those around, Repeat the same sequence of damage. Everything about her has left, Her eyes have been closed off to the world. Falling far below the surface of her sanctuary, The point of no return is upon her lips. She died a long time ago, In a land of which no one knows. The night sheltered her from those she needed, She was forever suspended in motion. < !signature--> "Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement." Christopher Fry [This message has been edited by anonymousfemale (edited 06-27-2000).] |
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Lani_DarkOne Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 152UK |
WOW!! You write so well. This is so poignant...I'm going to print this out if you don't mind..it's absolutely beautiful. Your poem could mean so many things... the end suggests that she is a 'ghost' but I feel she is a dying soul inside a living body...Keep writing!!  If I say my favourite lines I would be pasting the whole poem.... Lani "Controlling my feelings for too long.... And forcing our darkest souls to unfold... And pushing us into self-destruction...." *~Muse*~ |
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~Night_Mist~ Junior Member
since 2000-06-24
Posts 31Calgary, AB Canada |
That was a mind-boggling but VERY beautiful poem. It expressed so much! I loved it! You have lots of talent. Keep up the great work! Luv, ~Night_Mist~ |
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Jeremy Halstead Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 569Morris, Ill. U.S.A |
That's just about my favorite kind of poem. Elaborate, tricky to follow, but only enough to prove it's depth.....cheers to you!!! Jeremy D. Halstead "Time is the matter, and in a matter of that all wounds will heal and all scars shall fade." |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
Thanks alot guys for your replies. I don't mind if you print it out Lani. ~AF~ "Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement." Christopher Fry |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
great work keep it up. and i think you should summit it for the book i'm sure they could use something great from you I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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Erin Member Elite
since 2000-06-15
Posts 2527~Chicago~ |
this poem is beautiful...very nice...you showed soo much feeling and emotions...i really think that you should submit it for the book...cause you would have my vote... ~IF YOU WANT SOMETHING VERY BADLY~SET IT FREE~IF IT COMES BACK TO YOU~ITS YOURS FOREVER~IF IT DOESNT IT WAS NEVER YOURS TO BEGIN WITH~ |
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Erin Member Elite
since 2000-06-15
Posts 2527~Chicago~ |
oops sorry i accidentally pressed it two times...font>< !signature--> ~IF YOU WANT SOMETHING VERY BADLY~SET IT FREE~IF IT COMES BACK TO YOU~ITS YOURS FOREVER~IF IT DOESNT IT WAS NEVER YOURS TO BEGIN WITH~ [This message has been edited by ERIN (edited 06-26-2000).] |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
Jeremiah & Erin: I think I will submitt it for the book. I didn't even consider that before. Thanks. ~AF~ "Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement." Christopher Fry |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This is beautifully written Anonymousfemale! There is so much heartfelt emotion and depth portrayed in your words ... very well done indeed! Best wishes, /Kit |
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LIL.MAMA Junior Member
since 2000-06-26
Posts 32 |
THAT WAS GREAT SWEET KEEP THEM COMING |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
http://s227.photobucket.com/albums/dd150/arcticwind_photos/th_dreamworks2.jpg Boy on the Moon Alone, I sat, On the mid of night moon, Talking to the stars, For the sun would come soon. I watched the meteors As they danced in the night. I sang with the stars “Twinkle, twinkle, so bright.” The moon and I, Looked upon the dark sky, Singing a lullaby As stars streaked by. “Goodnight”, said the moon. “May you have sweet dreams, --Of wonderful places, And of stars and moon beams.. Star dust came upon me, As I lifted up from the moon. The Big Dipper scooped me, Like a gigantic spoon. The stars all smiled, As I slipped off to a dream land. My eyes were sprinkled, With star, sleeping sand. Asleep on my bed Underneath mother moon, When the bright sun rises, I will awake soon. |
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