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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
The morning sun is shinning in through the Window to my bedroom But the night is here too, our night is here too I put a sweater and socks on, But I’m still chilled to the very core of My being That which is real seems to only exist In your presence and that which falls apart Happens when we decide to fade out Fade out Fade out And just fade… I guess I’m far beyond the shade Beyond having a bit of a taste I want to taste your every move And sound Your every apparition Every time you touch ground But now I’m crying For my fate has been torn like my Heart from my chest and cast into Thorns Now I’m struggling with my breath It seems I don’t need the pills at all, babe Because I’m far beyond the shade "you don't need one of these to let me inside of you" T.A. |
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Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
From the very first line of this I was in the room with you DE, So much of this translates very well Thanks for the read |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Hey DE, sorry that I haven't been responding to too many of your poems. I know little about free verse and I rarely know what to say. In all honesty, I find your poems original and with a unique flow. I like that! Thanks |
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PoetryIsLife
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
"That which is real seems to only exist In your presence and that which falls apart Happens when we decide to fade out " "I guess I’m far beyond the shade Beyond having a bit of a taste I want to taste your every move" "But now I’m crying For my fate has been torn like my Heart from my chest and cast into Thorns" Well adapted to verse, my Memina. Very well adapted. Knowing before I read this what I do, and reading it, I can see it all the more clearly, all the more rightly, all the more perfectly. A touching write, one of longing, desire.... mostly, purely: chaos. Talk to you tonight, memina.  Sincerely, SaVerite "I'll prepare myself, and one day my time will come." -Abraham Lincoln [This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (08-14-2002 04:30 PM).] |
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PoetryIsLife
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
Where did the title come from? I'm not sure how it applies... is there some history of Augustine I'm unaware of? Sincerely, SaVerite "I'll prepare myself, and one day my time will come." |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Augustine is the name of a faery. It is said that she had a vision of her true love and she chose to spend a portion of eternity in a vigil of hope for the arrival of her love. Although I perhaps chose a faery far too hopefull and optimistic.. Thank you guys for the replies. Always appreciated. And Master - shame on you! You know you're supposed to reply to all of my poems. Kidding of course.  That you even bother every once and a while is nice.. "you don't need one of these to let me inside of you" T.A. [This message has been edited by Dark Enchantress (08-14-2002 04:49 PM).] |
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xEmperorEmber Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 136tx |
Whats this about? BWAHAHAHA... or something intelligent,l,, |
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fearing-laughter Senior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 605land of cheese (Wisconsin) |
hey, kind of interesting to read a poem by you that isn't full of great images that are sometimes difficult to interpret. i especially liked the last line, well done in my opinion. -bergundy- maybe i'll catch fire, something nice to warm me. something pure to burn away the darkness, that hides inside my mind. -alkaline trio- |
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paper doll Member
since 2002-08-04
Posts 133Floating on Uncertainty |
"Now I’m struggling with my breath It seems I don’t need the pills at all, babe Because I’m far beyond the shade" Of all the lines in this piece, this is the one I seriously connected with. Obviously it has to be taken in context but those applied to another situation are mind blowing. I loved this piece, Jaime. You've got such a flair and grace with your words that it's impossible not to be captivated. Thanks for posting them.  ~M Imagination=nostalgia for the past, the absent; it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshots of reality. |
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