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Graveyards in the Rain
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Graveyards in the Rain |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Graveyards in the Rain I still remember before she dyed her hair she had a simple flower glow to her when things began to change, I don't remember but I should never have left her there... I left her there, cold and alone like a graveyard in the rain she carried on a conversation with my shadow that remained she carried a braid of her once blond hair in her little bag, alongside Shakespeare and pulls her punches in the wet air then cradles herself and disappears I change my mind, and follow her down I know exactly where to find her in the worst part of town shivering in a dark corner She carves her weak little bones into stars and crescent moons keeps her personality hidden in a quiet dusty room the same kind of room she grew up in alone, miles removed from life now she's exposed, out in the open erased emotions like negative film when the sun hits her like a cannonball she says she still remembers him her father's face hovering, awaiting her fall across the floor she'd crawl for a man's affections Graveyards in the rain cannot compare to the clipped wing heart she bares for me as she slouches like a weeping willow tree Catherine only goes where sunlight doesn't dare The world isn't for her, she says over and over again like a skipping record or a dripping faucet I should've been listening, as we stood there in the rain as her shadow revealed the details on a gravestone I've heard her same soul speaking to me before a long time ago, when we tried to be together maybe I'm to blame for her living like an open sore she was in love with the way the raindrops felt to her mingling with the blood in her veins going to her head, and sending her images of what to do with the enormity of her pain she lied to me and said she needed to rest Black train on winter-rusted tracks only bear witness to her ripped bleeding heart, her sickness and erosion I'm making my way to her, but it's like in slow-motion Catherine only glows in her lilting flower prettyness Catherine only goes where sunlight doesn't dare I only wish I could've shown her that I cared... "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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freewheelin Member
since 2005-04-09
Posts 53 |
sad and melancholy, it is really haunting near the end. the last line just showed the great tragedy of the whole situation. nicely writ. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
my gosh...the way you write is so emotional and just wraps the reader in your words... this is so touching... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You care so much to write this heartwrenching piece in a masterful way. It hurts. Love, Margherita |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
~ tearfully tragic... But you wrote it masterfully!!!  EA |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
There is obviously a lot more than this to your words excellently written Dave |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
brought tears to my eyes~ My spirit will rise |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
Oh... my. It grips you by the soul. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
this is heart wrenching... we all have a Catherine.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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