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Beginning, Life, the End
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Beginning, Life, the End |
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Timeless New Member
since 2004-03-04
Posts 9 |
Beginning, Life, the End Written By Timeless Life Begins in a whirl of darkness until the eyes of the world open Soaking in the juice of life, and drenched in sticky deaths blood My movement slow, no reaction to touch, smell, taste of kings The search for air starts, My first struggle in a world of hate begins I emerge from my life’s gate, light shines into my soul with ease Met in a confusion of colors, with a dizzy sound of happiness I cry but not knowing why, I’m just overwhelmed with thought My mind a caption of images, which a picture of my mother is caught Now getting rocked with the softest of touches, tilted and turned In warm arms, my head of which my first thoughts are kept, cradled I am cut, in a way with no pain, and released from my inner core Now free to roam, search, survive, but still to brittle to explore I am taken from warm arms, now engulfed in a manufactured sheet I feel no love, heart or soul, from this deadened piece of cloth Feel my heart beat fade, as I am swiftly removed from my mother now with only one heart beat, my life’s emotions will now suffer ~::~ 30 Years Of Age, no kids, no wife, no family, no friends, just myself In a eternal fight with my emotions, from which was lost at birth I feel empty, staring at this hole in my floor, my hearts in the same state My mind rots with every tick from the clock on the table, infested with fate I wonder through life, wondering about how it feels to love, hate, want Something I have been without as its locked deep inside the box in my head The keys, fell into a wishing well, and never returned with the essence of time I’ve tread on the water of finding them, but not given enough breath as gods design Finally given a life line, in the form of a goddess, as she descends on my heart I start to feel things I used to remember long ago, but time forgot to gift me My iron clad box, unravels and emotion is poured into this entwined soul In an explosion of feelings, my heart is fused with another, I have no control Time no longer rests on the shoulders of my life, I’m free to shine brightly I am now expecting to see My beginning from the other side, fate elapsed. How did my parents do this, how did they give away love, the greatest of gifts In the moment of seeing by baby’s eyes, My beginning eroded into a mist! ~::~ 87 years young, that’s how I feel, when with the women I love, and trust Even my TV dinners that I hate taste like exquisite, luxury fests for kings I hold her hand as we sit on the porch swing, watching life pass us by And life can keep passing, We are giants in our own world, watching from a high But sadness struck, and my heart reformed back into misery and heartache I watch but can do nothing, as my sweet princess sinks into eternal rest I wish god would of taken me, as he has killed my soul along with my heart But soon I will be taken into pure ecstasy, and reconnect like we never part As my box comes back and I forget how to love, hate, feel…..anything I get quite lonely if it wasn’t for my grandchildren, they keep my alive I want to leave this world as the sunsets don’t seem quite so beautifulto me I look back into my life, but only see the negative temporary reality As I get ready to go to bed, not knowing it would be for the last time I look around at what I’ve achieved and spent my life remodeling I lay in complete silence as my eyes close,soon my angels descend There isn’t much point to this story its just 1 persons beginning, life, the end |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Sadness drips heavily from this poem. It also is very deep in feel and thought. Feelings that are so very real. |
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