Open Poetry #26 |
Just A Memory |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Just A Memory I promised myself a newness, to place the shadows behind me, and hold out my hand to tomorrow. I've painted over my past, sponged it in layers of experience to guide my way. But I can't deflect the words that reverberate and taunt me. Their echo pounding in my head, drowning out my thoughts until I am drenched in tears. Here I am at 1 a.m. immersed in hurt with no arms to console, no voice to caress the bruised, and only the silence of the night to keep me company. I muffle my sounds, afraid if I hear them I will yield to defeat and relinquish all my gains. This battle inside rages on, a Jekyll in hide, waiting to attack my inner calm and allow the doubt to rise. Nothing's changed, I simulate my life feigning happiness. I am too passionate and hide behind my pain, wishing I could cast a spell and have my dreams come true. I am just a memory, nothing more, nothing less. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
being a memory is better then being forgotton, or is it? hmmmmmmmm i love how you express feelings in your writes It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
time does dull the pain after awhile but nut completely. You just have to find the strngth to carry on |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
It is a conscious choice to choose happiness over pain or sadness...that in itself does not guarantee a life of happiness...but the desire to find happiness will become fruitful as we make that choice and seek it. James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I wish I could be there with you in this lonely 1 am |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Good writing as usual. You haven't lost your touch for writing the poetic blues. I do have a solution for you so I hope you consider it. Go to my site and listen to 'Little Miss Lonely' and I think it will help you to find a way out of the blues doldrums. http://www.soundclick.com/ericsblues Love ya! Just rtying to help Eric |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
I hope your dreams come true, real soon. |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
nakdthoughts, we reflect on goodtimes and love, despising the now of loneliness, living the torment of regrets and not wanting to leave the comfort of expression for the bed that lies cold in waiting. We have all been there, many learning to cope, we communicate through this medium to have comfort in replies which always seem to help. Seek what you dream and to hell with the hurt. Take care my friend. Sincerely Rick |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
I am surprised that you wrote a poem with this subject matter as I thought you were leaving the sad/dark type poetry to people such as myself...what happened? anyways, this was enjoyable to read and well written too. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
nakdthoughts - your new photo is absolutely adorable. I'm liking the new you even more... BC |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Thank you all. Opeth, I made a big mistake yesterday, going to a (child's birthday) party, putting myself in a position I thought I could handle, with people that I can take or leave. I should have left, or never gone and won't let it happen again. A good day's rest, a good night's sleep and what is internal will slip away. Sometimes being kind and accommodating just brings more abuse, not physical but hurtful nonetheless. Sometimes people who are supposedly your friends, when drinking, show carelessness and bring out the parts of them I can't tolerate, but say nothing. And holding it in does me more harm than if I were to "spit it out". On the outside looking in, is often not a pretty sight. It wasn't worth my time, nor loss of sleep. And I sometimes wonder, when will "they" ever grow up...the adults, not the kids. M [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (05-18-2003 12:54 PM).] |
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