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timothysangel1973

Senior Member

since 2001-12-03

Posts 1725
Never close enough

0 posted 2005-05-29 04:37 PM

I can recall the slamming
of the lock as it went into place
even the cold of the chains
as they wrapped tight my body

'Tis an awful place to be
locked inside this prison
deep inside of me

I remember the song
that was playing
at that very moment
something about
sparrows and hurricanes
Nothing more than
storms of the soul

My muscles contract
from the soreness
that is has taken
to hold onto you
without losing me

Someone close Pandora's box
for the memories that rest here
are too much stimulation
for a soul that longs to forget
what once was, and
the wounds just want
to heal

I understand now
how Scarlet must've felt
to wear the letter
of shame
little drummer boy
calling out her name

I can't think in this house,
or this town
I feel as though
at any moment
I will bust
and bleed from
the inside out

My intentions of
a good life have become
a mystery obscured inside
a twisted puzzle
that exsists within
an enigma

The serene silence
of it all
is what scares
me the most

Should desperation
be this quiet?
I break like
shards of glass
and fall to the ground
like a feather

The falling
was always easy
for birds like me
it was the landing
that hurt
like hell

My feathers
seem to harden
on the way down
I hit bottom
a feathered
brick

So in the end
I exsist in
the darkest corners
of the box

Wearing my letter
marching to the
sound of drums
only I can hear

Searching for the
peice of the puzzle
that fits
the silent
desperation
that the wounds
have become

Listening to
that same ole' song
about
sparrows
and hurricanes
and I realize

The storm
'aint even
hit home yet

And the feathers
are resting under
the bricks that
I call home

** this entire write was born of single sentances, or verses from poems of my past **
-My muses greatest hits-

I may hate myself in the morning - but I'm gonna love you tonight
-Lee Ann Womack

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2005-05-29 05:14 PM

Tima, I love the way you did this one
and don't you know I could quote so many lines that I could relate to

well done and heartfelt

Paul Wilson

Member Elite

since 2002-07-07

Posts 4711
United States

2 posted 2005-06-02 02:43 AM

Tima...Your muse has been very nice too you. Each stanza is just so captivating. Thanks too you and your muse for gifting us with this wonderful poem...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

kaile

Member Ascendant

since 2000-02-06

Posts 5146
singapore

3 posted 2005-06-05 01:05 PM

hi tima,

read about your intention to mix and match lines from all(?) poems previously written and felt honoured to come across your accomplishment. this was a superb effort. nicely-held together, with a tinge of melancholy

quote:
My intentions of
a good life have become
a mystery obscured inside
a twisted puzzle
that exsists within
an enigma

i liked these lines the most

WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

4 posted 2005-06-07 12:35 PM

This is a superb effort. WOW!

"And the feathers
are resting under
the bricks that
I call home"

I really like this stanza.

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

5 posted 2005-06-07 03:54 PM

"My muscles contract
from the soreness
that is has taken
to hold onto you
without losing me"

love that stanza...so much to it.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

timothysangel1973

Senior Member

since 2001-12-03

Posts 1725
Never close enough

6 posted 2005-06-07 11:49 PM

Thank you all for the kind replies

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