Open Poetry #24 |
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I'm Angela! But Who Is Angela? |
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fathomless Junior Member
since 2003-01-30
Posts 11SC, USA |
I came to the womb of another starless night of apprehension Clouds so dense above darkness cast out around me Fleeing the winged demons who would descend upon me and draw me beneath hope Apperations of what surrounds me drawing out of space and shape and harmony Why such chaos in my prescence So discreet of life and death and relevance A sober reality One more dawn beautiful but empty, washes over my skin But brings me nothing Another day to be lost Just a different day to confront the reflection staring back at me A look so distant, so alien to me Not all eyes are empty, Not even mine Not yet Still searching the barren wasteland, Whos only echo is silence I can't seem to cease the invasion of my shadows In the flesh locked sea of longing Mute eyes comb the two deminsional me For a short way home Home to Angela, home to warmth But all that looks back is so sad, such a sad eyed girl |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Hard to think that with this talented ability to reflect that those eyes will forever be sad, or that they even are empty right now.... like the depth of this. A place I have felt. Enjoyed. Pat ![]() ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
fathomless The play is the thing, enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this cuts |
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