Open Poetry #12 |
Don't You Hear Me |
ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Calling calling near screaming in my ached wound for you ......need I rend the World turn it upside if only for your acknowledgement No one can be that much in Love That is what my high counselor astrologist and mage agree upon plans save withcraft non-floating Denizens clammy walls they are all Yea that really gets to my No-sense Not-so-funny bone shhhhh always agree It surely must inspire adherance yet not The child of innocence but carriers plague That no human has the tonic for as if we had any to light lives through this quaffed misery we call life "What days are these, that make life a bread casket?" "Decisions are Dominoes. Pause to reflect, before you set them in motion. [This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 02-25-2001).] |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
This reads very well.......I like it, but admittingly, I don't know exactly what you are trying to say here......still, it sounds neat. SEA |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Haunting, aching, strong writing. Brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes the gentlest touch can lead you home. Open your heart to it. It's there. "The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. Socrates |
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