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A Thrall Halo
Contributed by
weepingprophet
on
Friday, 30th March 2007 @ 03:42:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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I have felt for something in the darkness
Rather unaware
I have held my breath till I've passed out
And did not wish for air
Believe the glossy eyed truth
My darling, my love
I have not been myself
Perhaps a gift from above
Instead of feeling anything
Through my own hands
I have felt through and for others
Such insatiable demands
Screaming through a muzzle
Never truly being heard
Searching for the letters
To form a non existent word
Claustrophobia sets in
as I struggle on
Clawing for an escape
A way to face the dawn
I'm still reaching in the darkness
hoping to feel
Holding my breath
until the reveal
All I am
locked inside someone else
until
until
Hope begins to wish for air
I flee from the darkness
Suddenly aware
That fear has left me bound
In the muzzle of false control
Realization is where I'll be found
And acceptance shall make me whole
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Control:to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command
And what is "control" without "power"???
Power:the possession of CONTROL or command over others
or perhaps they are the same.....
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Re: A Thrall Halo
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by needledancing on
Saturday, 31st March 2007 @ 10:39:17 AM AEST
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| This piece is a reminder of my past..I was controlled by anothers expectations of me to the point I lost myself..when I grew lonely enough to get myself back I broke out of captivity and now I have the wings of freedom..and no one shall capture or control me again...This piece was a very special reminder of how I value my free mind and space. Thanks |
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Re: A Thrall Halo
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Saturday, 14th April 2007 @ 04:15:34 PM AEST
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we are so painstakingly broken, aren't we?
never mind, we can perhaps make each other whole.
much appreciated,
Ava. |
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