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Suppose that I am lonely

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 21st January 2006 @ 03:13:56 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



Suppose that I am lonely.
Pressed fingers upon the dying glass
(Forest black, soft and severed by the endlessness of love),
I face the Autumn's dread embrace;
Simple graces dream desires drowning day.

Smokey crags in gray or silver-deeper silver than the moon-lay upon the dying glass; a path ahead me lay fell below my dreary stead, lay fell against the open glass.

Light
comes tumbled from a freezing sky.
Blind sorrow shelters the placidity of night; comes still and frightening.

I imagine what it is to be alone.

Sudden moments, minutes far too soon
too far gone
the seconds falling down
falling down around the threads above a dirty door.

My heart beats vibrant blue, and gold is the color of my love.
My love being soft, soft love sleeping at the bottom of my bed.

A broken thought considers black paradise parading through the rain.

I feel like there is nothing left.

I suppose that I am lonely.
(maybe I'm just lazy)

Through an open window shines the sun, and seals my thoughts
with dust and glass.




Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2006-01-21 15:13:56]
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Re: Suppose that I am lonely (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Saturday, 21st January 2006 @ 04:06:38 PM AEST
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I quite enjoyed this very profound write. Several lines made me take a double check for instance....Light comes tumbled from a freezing sky. Blind sorrow shelters the placidity of night; comes still and frightening....and this .....Sudden moments, minutes far too soon ....too far gone the seconds falling down around the threads above a dirty door.....Beautifully penned. Peace, Laura


Re: Suppose that I am lonely (User Rating: 1 )
by TREBOR on Saturday, 21st January 2006 @ 06:33:11 PM AEST
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Vomit?

There is so much beauty in this poem





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