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Array ( [sid] => 179559 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Without Constraint [time] => 2014-10-31 23:33:21 [hometext] => I put it under tributes. I don't know anymore. A tribute to me lol. I am not that egotistical [bodytext] => Resplendent,
I refract and fracture.
Attributes of me,
Thrown across these walls.
Hues of all my moods,
Displayed for her to see.
I am done being polite,
Keeping the peace is an ideal
That I am not interested in upholding anymore.
I talk to myself to much
Analyzing myself,
Like an afterthought,
Like a cheap fortune at a grungy state fair.
Perpetually saving her
From her own despair.
For what?
So we can have one more week,
One more "happy" year.
The lies are long,
Waiting in turn to turn themselves out.
I should never have been allowed to dabble
In the sacred bounds of Matrimony.
Squarely in my lonesome self,
Wrapped warm beneath me is where I should have stayed.
Loving as I see fit
Not under constraint. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 38 [informant] => deadreckoning1983 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )

Without Constraint

Contributed by deadreckoning1983 on Friday, 31st October 2014 @ 11:33:21 PM in AEST
Topic: Tributes

Resplendent,
I refract and fracture.
Attributes of me,
Thrown across these walls.
Hues of all my moods,
Displayed for her to see.
I am done being polite,
Keeping the peace is an ideal
That I am not interested in upholding anymore.
I talk to myself to much
Analyzing myself,
Like an afterthought,
Like a cheap fortune at a grungy state fair.
Perpetually saving her
From her own despair.
For what?
So we can have one more week,
One more "happy" year.
The lies are long,
Waiting in turn to turn themselves out.
I should never have been allowed to dabble
In the sacred bounds of Matrimony.
Squarely in my lonesome self,
Wrapped warm beneath me is where I should have stayed.
Loving as I see fit
Not under constraint.

Copyright Â© deadreckoning1983 ... [ 2014-10-31 23:33:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Without Constraint (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 12:11:43 PM AEST
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Frank honesty and resolve. Two things that make my heart pump faster when they pop up in a poem. 'Without Constraint' indeed! Your confessional is relentless- look out- that is the stuff that makes us writers grow. Congratulations on your growth spurt :)

Attributes of me,
Thrown across these walls.
Hues of all my moods,
Displayed for her to see.

Up, up, and away! Don't stop now. Keep on writing, without constraint.

~Scorp

Re: Without Constraint (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 05:07:34 PM AEST
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Bravo…I feel as is I am watching a poet burst into bloom! "Squarely in my lonesome self" is where we all abide!! It is not a prison; it is our haven!
You decorate and celebrate your selfhood in hues of rebellious discovery! Whatever else befalls you, you will always have the sanctuary that is at your center--that which is yours alone. We only know who we are when we have eliminated all that isn't!
softerware

Re: Without Constraint (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 08:53:14 PM AEST
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"I talk to myself to much
Analyzing myself,
Like an afterthought,
Like a cheap fortune at a grungy state fair."

Masterful lines. What a great poem! Thank you for sharing....you made me feel good things and I so relate.

Invierno

Re: Without Constraint (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 09:36:20 PM AEST
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a raw honest bit of soul searching here, from the heart poetry at its finest, the images alone had my complete attention,

hugs n' love nessa

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