Dark Poetry #4 |
the places we were together |
NormalitxButterfly Member
since 2008-07-09
Posts 107 |
" untitled " i don't know what to do i keep finding myself here in the places we were together i remember it was raining last time we were here i miss you so many regrets can it be helped i whisper to you in the moonlight can you here me i still love you im sitting here thinking of you and the times we spent together i don't know what to do how i wish you would come back to me i still cry sometimes though we were a while ago without you i just feel alone no matter where i go i know your not going to be there im still crying over you i loved you for too long how do i move on i keep losing myself here in these memories of you i remember being happier then i miss you so time has passed it cant be helped how i wish youd come back to me im still waiting for you to open your eyes |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I found this poem lacking in originality, to be quite honest. The only thing that stood out about it was the ending. It was reminiscent of Phil Collins' song "Dreaming While you Sleep." Life's short. Think hard! |
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Didymus Junior Member
since 2008-05-01
Posts 33USA |
Fractal007 is correct there is nothing origlinal with human grief. Greif is as fundamental as breath. It comes to us all! We survive. Embrace it! Roll yourself in it's aweful embrace. It will pass. Write of it. Do whatever it takes to stand with it. If the neigbors are complainers shove your face into a pillow and scream until your vocal cords are raw. You will survive. One day life will return and that which was will dwell in it's rightful place within your heart and you will move on. You will move on with life! Joy will return. You must believe for it is as true as any human being is true. The earth is round so that we may not see too far ahead. Didymus |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Didymus: I'm glad you could offer such advice. I don't think I was offering commentary on grief being unoriginal. Indeed, what you've said about it could be said of any human emotion. Perhaps we might construct a metaphor here. Emotions are the colours with which the canvas of experience is painted. Not one of those colours is original, nor is it at all exciting to contemplate on its own. But apply it to a half-finished canvas....that's a different story. Life's short. Think hard! |
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axi Junior Member
since 2008-11-16
Posts 43NewYork |
i really like the simpleness of the emotions in this poem...i think a lot of people can relate to this scenario, especially myself these days...i bet this rolled right out of you...well done |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
i seem to have the opposite problem and can't stop running into my ex. and it produces the same feelings. if i knew any way to move on faster, i'd share it with you. i hope your writing helps. enjoyed. The soul is oftentimes a battlefield where reason and judgement wage war on passion and appetite. |
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NormalitxButterfly Member
since 2008-07-09
Posts 107 |
i know it isn't the most original piece, but i cant help but feel that way some times. usually im fine but there are days, idk i mean its not like i ever forgot, some days i just remember so vividly and it makes my heart aches. death took them from me its not like we just decided to go our different ways that i could get over but the way things ended my heart cant seem to let go. |
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