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FadeN2you
Junior Member

since 2002-07-15

Posts 15

0 posted 2002-07-20 01:02 AM

Shifting through the crevices,
those hollowed out dreams.
She comes upon those letters,
of what they are and do not seem.

And she takes them to her heart,
trembling as she reads.
Of the times that she felt hopeless,
the times she wanted to leave.

Her distant years were much too far,
for her to ever understand.
About the times when her daughter slit her skin,
just to busy her hands.

So she goes on a rampage tearing the place apart,
hoping it's not too late.
Trying to postpone the enevidable fortune,
of her only daughter's fate.

And she can't read between the lines,
so she wouldn't dare to see.
That the way things were written in the words,
aren't what they're suppose to be.

Because who can see the metephores,
except for the writer herself?
Who can decode this mindless rattle,
which sits upon dust on the shelf?

Poetry is only too transposed,
when talking about lovers and dreams.
When poems about killing are about coffee,
and you strive to not make it seem.

Only a good poet can transpose these lies,
but a mother in distress cannot.
So she'll force her daughter to shred her words,
and buy a diary with a better lock.

And you can take the poetry from the poet,
tha pages already written.
But you can't take the words from the heart,
even when it's stuck out on a limb.

She sifts through her daughteres poetry,
her corroded mindless dreams.
And reads into something more than she should,
giving it more than it seems.

Yeah, thats all I got for now

--FadeN2you

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2002-07-20 01:22 AM

Because who can see the metephores,
except for the writer herself?
Who can decode this mindless rattle,
which sits upon dust on the shelf?

I liked this, a lot!!!!
Hang in there mama~

Rick
Member Elite

since 2001-06-21

Posts 2903
Victoria, Australia

2 posted 2002-07-20 09:37 AM

Enjoyed the read twice.

Sincerely
Rick
To read the bleedings of a heart
In book that soaked each word
To translate what is worlds apart
With truth, is only heard

Encrypted codes of hearts retreat
From mind to papers white
The sanctuary of many thoughts
Where poets come to write

Read you again.

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