Open Poetry #29 |
I did not... |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
How am I to stop this conflict of words? The wretchedness of each vowel, avalanche of sound.. Each placed figuratively into my mind as if I were at battle with myself. I did not cry for you today but, I wept the day before.. ..when the rain advanced upon me, as if I were an enemy. I once felt a touch in the night, a soliloquy of bare fingers, a collision into my skin. And I beseeched you, to cure me of this ache, this unknown embrace.. ..yet you haven't shown. I am left without defense, nor armor, except that of which I owned before. I did not cry for you today, or your words made of solid bullet molding. And I will weep for you no more. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I've thought that a few times.....once I was even right! I hope you are this time. It's a good feeling, when you can make it stick. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
How am I to stop this conflict of words? The wretchedness of each vowel, avalanche of sound.. Each placed figuratively into my mind as if I were at battle with myself. I did not cry for you today but, I wept the day before.. ..when the rain advanced upon me, as if I were an enemy. I once felt a touch in the night, a soliloquy of bare fingers, a collision into my skin. And I beseeched you, to cure me of this ache, this unknown embrace.. ..yet you haven't shown. I could have written this of myself..and of perhaps another type of struggle... but I could never have written it as you did.. thank you for this... I rarely keep things, but this... this dear one.. is mine. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I am left without defense, nor armor, except that of which I owned before. well done..and spoken...your a light of all lights...awakening, inspiration |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
your mind is monologue and your monologue is mind... |
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