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Blind am I |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA 
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Blind am I Over a black gorge I fall, A hundred miles or so, Passing by my life, Heart stopping as I go. Don't let me die I scream, But no one slows me down, My pleas hit my throat like brick, Torn apart like my gown. Coming close to the end, This thing of my demise, Once I strike the rocks below, Forever unseeing are my eyes. ^_^ Amanda Piatt aka LadySofia "To the innocent and ancient ones, the sparks which light our fires." Amanda Piatt |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
This poem I wrote many years ago. It is about me, of course, when I looked back on my life and saw myself falling from grace (i.e., the gown). I scream for help, but no one hears me, for it was a cry to my inner self. The rocks represent obstacles, pain, inner turmoil, rushing at me all at once. I'm not really considering suicide or such...  ^_^ LadySofia "To the innocent and ancient ones, the sparks which light our fires." Amanda Piatt |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
Lady Sofia i beleive this is a masterpeice =] Very wonderful words,they flow and ripple so well =] great work!! Oh and btw welcome to passions =] looking forward to more from you!! swamp And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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Cyndey Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 84Arkansas |
Oh my... I do believe I've felt that way before! I love the wonderful imagery! Cyndey |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wonderful imagery here hon, for an oldy you write well. Must have been for a while huh? Great work  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
Oh my, I'm not that old I'm female, so my age is irrelevent teehe  Thank you for being so open-minded to my poems, all of you, for my style is thought-provoking, literally. I use alot of metaphors and analogies in my flow. Sometimes what is said isn't actually what is thought.^_^ LadySofia "To the innocent and ancient ones, the sparks which light our fires." Amanda Piatt |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I enjoyed the way this poem was put together. It seems to come from ?? hidden fears.?? anyway great poem kid. haha Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
No, not really the hidden ones, Joel. Just the ones which had accumulated. I wrote it when I was 11. To think this way as a child is a wonder in itself. My parents were going through a tough divorce; my mother had become disabled; they were going bankrupt as well. I was blaming myself, and the turmoil was steadily increasing. To be honest, I suppose you could call me a kid for laughs  , but I'm legally of age  . I consider it "many years ago" not only because my way of thinking has changed, but it was ten years ago! ^_^ Amanda That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. William Shakespeare |
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