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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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You meld into me, your cold hands.. My mind has trouble understanding touch. And how insignificant is this, my hand lightly stroking the silk in which I lay? How perfect is the threat of it being nothing, this tangible frailty down in disarray. I waltz into this soliloquy unarmed, prepared for muted speaking and chaotic tongue. And merely that, which I focus on, that isn't reality..but only a bend between the two neccesary evils..prevail, oh fire, burn away these beliefs that I don't have time to struggle with.. I wish not to carry these things anymore. So flutters the fury of my guilt, of my weakness. My being is fruitless and weathered, and in rapture by it's own tortured and youthful glare into itself. A moment of silence, of reflection.. Do you wish to touch me again, create a bleak manifestation..? Remind me of my non-existant body, as if a ghostly image my mind has created for itself. Touch is not tangible anymore. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
you write, or appear to with much the same inner dialog that I myself hear when I attempt to. You may not in fact write that way, but that is the way it comes across when read, as a single thought or multiple thoughts simply captured in an inner dialog that writes itself. It make for ( in your case) very good reading and some insightful thoughts wrapped around images that sometimes overstate, and in other cases understate the intent and the context it seems to be meant for. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I waltz into this soliloquy unarmed, prepared for muted speaking and chaotic tongue. And merely that, which I focus on, that isn't reality..but only a bend between the two neccesary evils..prevail, oh fire, burn away these beliefs that I don't have time to struggle with.. I wish not to carry these things anymore. This was an awesome read and write, very much enjoyed...Thank you for your brilliant perception. |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
" All movement is accomplished in six stages and the seventh brings return. the seven is the number of the young light It forms when darkness is increased by one Change returns success Going and coming without error." Syd Barrett |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
very honest look inside and away these beliefs that I don't have time to struggle with.. I wish not to carry these things anymore. by doing so you do bring your vision here where it is written with intelligence and originality |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Touch could never be tangible then, only coarse porcupine prickles ironed to numb! (sad sigh) I send angel hugs your way, sweet friend, take the brightest reflection along with you, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Meghan, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
you always amaze me, never fail, wonderful write, lovd it and adding it as well "For those who understand you, no explanation is necessary. For those who don't, none is possible." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Do you wish to touch me again, create a bleak manifestation..? Remind me of my non-existant body, as if a ghostly image my mind has created for itself. Touch is not tangible anymore." Amazing write as always Meghan. So very much enjoyed. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile~ |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Amazing Meg and you gotta l@ve pandonov, anybody with the presence of mind to quote Syd Barret is tops in my books |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
reflection of ones soul, wow this was a great poem, the lines spoke so poetically of reality and the way we look at ourselves when we question the other. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm wordless |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"So flutters the fury of my guilt, of my weakness. My being is fruitless and weathered, and in rapture by it's own tortured and youthful glare into itself." oh......those lines...wow! Meg, I can not tell you how much I love reading you!  Susan |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Isn't it strange (odd) that life as you knew it will never be the same after some cross your path. Forever changed by their presence. Be it good in some ways...it's never the same at all. It's weeding through the hurt, and planting it in good places in your soul, but only being able to do that by many years of prayer, and wishful thinking. Finding mostly the latter since it seems to be the more destructive way. Love, Terri~  [This message has been edited by SharaRose (10-18-2003 11:51 AM).] |
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