Open Poetry #24 |
My book |
rm711 Member
since 2002-11-30
Posts 131Wiltshire, England |
I wish I were just the blank cover Of this messed up book Pages ripped out Ink blurred If you took a moment to look You’d realise why The story that haunts its pages Has brought me right here To this moment in time You’ll realise How much has been wasted Because this book was kept closed On the top shelf In a corner in shadow You didn’t know I was there So you didn’t care Books need a lot of looking after But no one has tried To give me what I need So when opened I scream I’ve forgotten how it feels For my pages to see the light of day For my many pictures To been seen vivid again Breathing the fresh air I’m not accustomed to I was always waiting To be opened up by you The colours have never faded But the pages need to be turned Each part, each word of the story Relived The only way I’ll ever be with you again. small insignificant useless me |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I really liked the way you expressed your feelings. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful. Eric |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Rosie, this is beautiful, but sad. Thanks for sharing... "Love makes the world go around" |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very well written piece. Enjoyed. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
Liked the analogy,and the poem.Nice work. |
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