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Alone... |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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I'm out of giving - so tired of living the days of an empty cup, tired of crying myself to sleep with tears that are washed up, I bid adieu to all of you, goodbye my once sweet dreams! I'm tired of living - it's not worth giving of a soul torn at the seams. Yes, I'll surrender to bittersweet, waving flag in cruel defeat, I wish to God I was never born... a victim of fate, forlorn, I'm tired of living so drained of giving of a soul that is too dead, laying down - the sacrifice, 'pon my self-stained bed, the years of weep are far too stale I'm in the deep of depression's jail, tired of mourning the death of dawn, tired of nights that scream too long, I'm worn of frying my eyes in rot, tired of miracles never caught. There is no bloom of skin now cold, I'm far too young to grow this old. I'm out of faith, out of hope out of means by which to cope, no, I'll not chance love or romance with a heart layered in stone; hello darkness! hello hell... hello void of alone! By Melissa P. Monette |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
No way, Melissa!! You've got too much to give to give up...and it comes in such an attractive package!!!  |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
There is no bloom of skin now cold, I'm far too young to grow this old. I'm out of faith, out of hope out of means by which to cope You sell yourself short. Related alot to this. Thanks. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I've always wondered where this side of you comes from. . . perhaps I know. . . well done. . . deep and full of longing. . . ------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Oh Melissa, this is such a sad piece. I'm gonna have to come down there and take you out for a drink and cheer you up!!! Beautifully written, but I sure hope things look up for you soon If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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sunshinemist Senior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 595Fl. sunshines early mist |
Melissa, A very sad beautiful write! I sure hope that you are not feeling that way. ~Look towards tomorrow, a bright new day~ ~hugs~  smiles ~Marie~ |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Hey there, lady, I can't believe such a sad and mournful piece coming from you right after that little candy tanka. What's up? Hope you are ok, I have felt this way, you know that, but it passes. Peace Sandra |
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Chelsea~ Member
since 2001-02-09
Posts 260Ontario, CANADA |
missy, are you okay? this is just too sad, i hope it's only a poem and not true to life! |
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SEA 
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
yes, what Chelsea said.... I hope you are ok!! many hugs to you  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Melybee, I wish I had the talents that you have, to take a thought and wend it so close to reality that I have to take a second look... I've seen you write a lot of things....and this is one of the strongest yet! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
The dark night of the soul is never easy. The dawn shall come. It always does. Very well expressed, Melissa. |
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