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it was like coming in from the cold
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it was like coming in from the cold |
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mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox 
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one last year to render me heartless the heat of summer blessed us all and the rain came home with me in a paper cup to remind me to smile at the waning tailights there's always something holy in saying goodbye and to think, i had forgotten what it was like to need someone so much the laughing hurts a month later, i ache for it. i ache for it. i turn to wince at the vacancy of home and my lips are lost on this place. the day repeats itself and i wish for concertos and arms and hips or the slight curve of something meaningful i want dark and glorious manifestos to leak from these two eyes and i want the world to see where i've been and i want the world to understand what it's like to live inside weightless days and how we wrapped ourselves in gravity when we left, locked together against the unbearable momentum of august. i want the world to learn to love a place in a thousand different ways and to set a dream on fire and watch eternity burn standing there, next to strangers i'd give my life to hold in my arms one more time. for once i witnessed dry sticks turn to gold inside a magic square that will never be the same. and somewhere, along the sidewalks where we saturated with our last immortal words to each other past the library shelves that know our stories and the theater that stretched our souls, there are poptart crumbs and the smell of lachrymosal nights, there are echoes of familiar breathing and unfinished songs, there is the weight of wild summer and lucid freedom. there lurk the ghosts of the weeks that changed us. there, beyond the reverie and the spanish moss, live the hearts of those who fell in love with it all. in the end it's not just you with your memories and your scars, fall on me if you ever forget how beautiful you are. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I am in awe of the images set before me in this work. I hope you won't mind my sending this to a few people to read. I loved the line of bringing home the rain in a paper cup but then I live in Vancouver and bring it home in every place it gets into  Nicely done! Example is not the main thing in influencing others, it is the only thing. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome piece! |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
inside a magic square that will never be the same. and somewhere, along the sidewalks where we saturated with our last immortal words to each other past the library shelves that know our stories and the theater that stretched our souls, there are poptart crumbs and the smell of lachrymosal nights, there are echoes of familiar breathing and unfinished songs, there is the weight of wild summer and lucid freedom. there lurk the ghosts of the weeks that changed us. there, beyond the reverie and the spanish moss, live the hearts of those who fell in love with it all. you use such amazing imagery in your work. I love this. Kudos. The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
mytuesdaywishes You are a bouquet of symbols and sounds. Enjoyed. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
What a beautiful piece! Your use of imagery is fantastic! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ Now while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
the day repeats itself and i wish for concertos and arms and hips or the slight curve of something meaningful i've tried, but i could never have worded better than this. the sum of my days. thanks |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"i want the world to learn to love a place in a thousand different ways and to set a dream on fire and watch eternity burn" The entire piece is stunning but those lines left me momentarily blinded by imagery. I salute you. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
This is perhaps one of the best written poems I've had the opportunity to read ( and I've read more than my share) The imagery, the flow, the wording all were simply perfect. Excellent post, I'll be sure to read more of your work  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I was thinking of you the other day tuesday, wondering where you were and how much I needed to read you, and presto! here you are. your images, phrases, everything is just fabulously stunning. I look forward to more from you, soon.... yes? Maree  P.S doin tha library thang. into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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myheart Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 160lost in your eyes |
so many wonderful lines - I can't choose just one. lovely. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"and i want the world to understand what it's like to live inside weightless days and how we wrapped ourselves in gravity when we left" Damn, this is a superb write, Rachel. I love this emotional pleading, for understanding and acknowledgement. Yes, and that title fits perfectly.  fine writing job. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
I now ask myself....why haven't I been reading this poet's words before now? Loved this, such images, so much thought and feeling within the lines. Exceptional! |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I really adore this, so much...saving it for later reading. |
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