Open Poetry #24 |
Dying all over again in your arms |
Poetic Bard Member
since 2003-01-22
Posts 84Canada, BC |
Well, I'm at it again, I've found some time to come in, and try writing something that has NO commas. That's right, no commas. And if I miss some, well, I guess that's too bad and I hope someone will tell me if I did, lol. Anyway, enjoy the read everyone. ~Dying all over again in your arms~ I think I'm un-forgiven To the gods that brought me here For I never forgave them For making me see you And feel for you As I do While I sit here letting my heart And soul Love you as they do I feel I'm Dying all over again in your arms To lose myself to your embrace An embrace that should lead me to death The death of the two things That would give up everything Just to hear you say That you love me That you feel the same way for me And I continue breathing just to hear it Holding onto every last breathe As I slowly pass on through the vail of the shadow Never to hear the words that I so long to hear So it begins all over again Again and again Time and time again Dying all over again in your arms To remember those days when I used to believe That I still had a chance to find the one The one true love That I would never doubt myself That I would never question the possibility that I would find, Her, but then you came And took it all away from me To try and make me see you instead of my seeing How blinded I would be To try and be Yours As my foolish heart longed to feel love To feel that love still existed That all the loss was not all for not That not one moment was lost So all over again As if someone played it back time and time again Just to see me Dying all over again in your arms As I wish I weren't Dying all over again in your arms As I foolishly feel that I love you As I begin Dying all over again in your arms So that I might still believe that there was Another dawn left for me to see That there was another setting for me to share with Her The one that would truly, Not foolishly, Mean something to me But fate it seems Is crueller then reality In the end of it all For the reality of it is That I've already feel the sweet surrender, Of, Dying all over again in your arms. I tried not using commas. But in some areas it was all to apperent that it needed it. Anyways. This is just one of those poems to drain a certain emotion out of oneself. I still believe in true love, and that in the end of it all, we still find the one we are looking for. Anyway, hope all of the people who read this, enjoyed it. I bleed, you all read, and may the blood never stop spilling for loss of emotion would be all too damning. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Hurdle one. Lose a lot of commas! Now, where's that star when you need it....ahem. Ok, now...let's break up some of these independent thought processes... note, I've not changed a word...but watch... ~Dying all over again in your arms~ I think I'm un-forgiven To the gods that brought me here For I never forgave them For making me see you And feel for you As I do While I sit here letting my heart And soul Love you as they do I feel I'm Dying all over again in your arms To lose myself to your embrace An embrace that should lead me to death The death of the two things That would give up everything Just to hear you say That you love me That you feel the same way for me And I continue breathing just to hear it Holding onto every last breathe As I slowly pass on through the vail of the shadow Never to hear the words that I so long to hear So it begins all over again Again and again Time and time again Dying all over again in your arms To remember those days when I used to believe That I still had a chance to find the one The one true love That I would never doubt myself That I would never question the possibility that I would find, Her, but then you came And took it all away from me To try and make me see you instead of my seeing How blinded I would be To try and be Yours As my foolish heart longed to feel love To feel that love still existed That all the loss was not all for not That not one moment was lost So all over again As if someone played it back time and time again Just to see me Dying all over again in your arms As I wish I weren't Dying all over again in your arms As I foolishly feel that I love you As I begin Dying all over again in your arms So that I might still believe that there was Another dawn left for me to see That there was another setting for me to share with Her The one that would truly, Not foolishly, Mean something to me But fate it seems Is crueller then reality In the end of it all For the reality of it is That I've already feel the sweet surrender Of Dying all over again in your arms. [Next lesson? Losing some articles, and getting a hang of words like "naught" Thanks again for letting me "help" for what help it might be...heaven knows, there are much better poets out there than I, who could be offering you a lot more assistance. Keep it up! I promise you'll only hate me a little! ] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Joel, this is truly a beautiful piece of writing.... and you are fortunate to have Sunshine take such a 'shine' to you and show you another way of presenting this wonderful write. Looking forward to more... ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Beautiful write and very well done following critique by sunshine! |
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Poetic Bard Member
since 2003-01-22
Posts 84Canada, BC |
Well Sunshine, as much as it seems it may annoy me, for in some ways, it nearly does. I can see that you are trying to point (or kick, depending on how stuborn I am) me in the right direction. So, I thank ye. And I'm glad the rest o' you liked the poem. Thanks ever so kindly. I bleed, you all read, and may the blood never stop spilling for loss of emotion would be all too damning. |
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