Open Poetry #26 |
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Who I am |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow ![]() |
My exsistance seems so small, so dilluted among many much greater. I trace my hands along dry sand. Stand among the edge, where water meets the land. I want to float upon the water, stitch my way into another illusion. And as my heart drifts into sweet seclusion, I see you smile at me from distances never reached, I crawl beyond what you saw in me. When you grasp my veins so tightly, when you tell me who I belong to. My blood boils into your skin and I remember who I am.. Who I've become with this fever, who you tried to change with subordination. I am, the magnetic, energetic creation of myself. Not needing your tears for the oceans that I one day wish to cross. I'll never need love, just my fingers to trace the smudged edges of my perception. Who I am, hands traced along the sand. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write, loved the wording and the scene you created |
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