Dark Poetry #3 |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I often awake with a rush. Perhaps too much blood to the head. Too many dreams I wish weren't me. I sink into the brown leather folds of my past. enveloped in comfort. And then.. my ears are forced to hear the voices, which drip consistently in this stale air. Begging for the acknowledgment of my eyes to dry them. Like the sun does cotton on a clothes line. Stiff and fragrant. And my fingers tap nervously along my pen.. sometimes I'd give anything just to feel whole again. Again, I scribble down words. Then sit and darken this air with my tears. I need a title. Help is welcome. [This message has been edited by Lexy (08-16-2003 04:25 PM).] |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
you could call it Insomia. Nice write. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
" I'd give anything " nice read. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Lovely poem. My favourite is (brown leather past). Thank you for the read. Maggie |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Maybe "Forced To Hear the Voices" I don't know, but thanks for this read. I think we all go through this at one time, or another and can relate to the angst it brings with it. Hope you feel better soon. SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! [This message has been edited by SharaRose (08-22-2003 11:22 AM).] |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
"Awakened Dream" maybe, i don't know anyways nice write "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
titles..titles.. hmm.. I can't help you with that, really, all of mine are really desperate attempts to relate to a poem I've written and often end up having nothing to do with it at all.. otherwise, the poem itself (which is far more important) is really good, as with all of your poetry.. I relate, or I just dig it that much.. *end rant* |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Lexy - yes yes I know this too often awake with a rush. Perhaps too much blood to the head. Too many dreams I wish weren't me. every single day . . . a title? All I do is re-read my poem and the first word or feeling rather that comes to mind usually does it for me. nice job xxoo |
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