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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
Everyone else is alive a color, a spark, a smile. I’m dead and I must live among them. I awake shaky hands vivid dreams, everyone I once knew has drifted from me, this is what I’ve lost and I feel it every morning. To wake up crying is to barely be alive. To stand between gravestones and know that at one time they were alive and yet you are still unliving. You are still unmoving, but your running…what made you think you could escape this. What made you think the wound would cease to bleed? Balloons and fireflies and all that swarms in the dull air as vibrant. All that’s bashed in at the head and water flows, water soothes, but the sharp gray sky always has an eye out for you. Life’s not a person; it’s not out to get you. It’s just a feeling. Walking in a town where the world smiles at a mirror and nothing else. Words and music in my dreams, harsh jokes which have become reality, I fear what the voices must say because the eyes say too much. Where have I come to be up against a red wall? It’s a murder, it’s a killing, and mostly it’s a suicide. I’m dead and they will always be alive. Can I find this, can I grasp what makes me shine. I used to. I used to smile. While everyone else is smiling at a mirror, my eyes are stuck on the sharp gray sky. Looking up finally asking questions I’ve avoided. God, can you help me? Can anyone get me out of here? Disassemble my bones, package me up and ship me away. I’ve been digging my grave, but I don’t want to go down. I would never want to end this where the mud tastes clean. This is nothing, this is not who I am. I died while everyone was sound asleep. I died, but I don’t expect anyone to have heard the scream. Because where I am is everywhere I’ve been intensified. And I’m done, I’m done expecting anything. It will still be dark at five. It will still be cold come evening time and I will see my breath as I walk. I will still lie on my back staring at the ceiling for a good hour or more. They said, they say don’t worry but believe me I’m past this already. The things I said I would always cherish are changing form and taking hideous shape, yet my attachment is still present. And my hands are eaten away from the sharp cold. But I don’t need them. I don’t use them anymore. There's no reason I'm oversleeping |
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muchos Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 102 |
WOW! That was a very powerful piece of writing. I could literally feel the pain as i was reading along, imagining the life of this person. What an incredible use of imagery. I am so amazed at what this poem said to me. it truly made me think, about life, and about death, and about the spot in between that most people are often stuck in. I find that death or death-like feelings are common for people to write about, it just depends on how you deliver it which makes it a powerful message or not. and to me, to me this was one of the most powerful things i have read since...since i read how much fat was in a bag of lays chips. have a great christmas, and great job with this writing, and remember love is life, if you miss out on love, you miss out on life. |
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WinterWren Senior Member
since 2002-12-01
Posts 1044...Coming to |
This is so powerfully written. This hit home so hard it almost brought tears. You wouldn't believe how much I can relate to and understand this. You have described how I feel perfectly. No critiques come to mind, wonderfully written. Thanks for sharing. But Im comforted |
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chasing rain Senior Member
since 2001-05-15
Posts 737Canada |
Lexy-- Adding this to my library.  --Leah |
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chasing rain Senior Member
since 2001-05-15
Posts 737Canada |
Uhm...now to actually check it off...hehe...  |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Another great write Lexy. ~Alli~ Happy Holidays! |
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