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Untitled
Contributed by
Tot
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Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 01:30:48 PM in AEST
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the wind blows past my face
stabbing and peircing my gaze
there is a fear creeping within my soul
a fear that will not let go
I am only a shadow of who I used to be
and my end I cannot see
reaching to whatever my lonely hands will touch
I needed you and you were not there
the pounding rain of my tears
cannot see what was lost
so, so many years past
yet my trembling fingers still reach for you
in the lonely night sky
There is nothing left of what I wanted it to be
there is only darkness as far as my eyes can see
I am blinded by the absence of you
my lonely hands still reach for you
I beg only to touch your fingertips
and again my soul will rest
I need to feel what I once felt
when I had your touch
I feel the wind and the rain so hard
yet as I lay here I have no care
there is only darkness from here to the end
and I need to feel you again
A cover of a shadow and a dreaded sunrise
I feel you slipping away from my eyes
only to go back
I would in a moment
I can still feel your ghost
and I can hear you in my mind
You haunt me in the most melodious way
and I just want to feel you again today
there is only darkness
I can still feel your pain
and I just need to feel you again
The darkness creeps back into my soul
and the sun chases my heart away
I am only a piece of who I used to be
as the wind carries you away
But I can still taste every inch of your soul
you haunt me so angrily!
your pain
it stings my existence
and I cannot run from the sun any longer
When all I want is the darkness
all I can feel is the light
the burn and sting of what I hate
will not leave me tonite
yet as I lay here
I can imagine you again
and nothing in the world would make me want to leave this moment
When all I can feel is the warmth of the light
I can still taste every inch of your soul
and it is what I want tonite
the rage and the wind and the anger of my hate
I needed you and you were not there
But I can still taste you! I can still smell you
I can still feel your touch
Please go
When all I want is the darkness
why can I only feel the light
the pain and the anguish
my soul
all I want is to lay here and think of nothing more than
the taste of your lips and the smell of your skin
the way you touched me where no one else had dared to go
and the sun rises on this lost and divided soul
nothing will make me feel again the way I felt
in the light with you
Copyright ©
Tot
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Re: Untitled
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 01:52:54 PM AEST
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this is breathtakingly beautiful, from sorrow and pain you have written in beauty from your deepest heart and made me cry, may the heaviness you live with be lightened, blessings,
love n' hugs nessa
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 02:06:09 PM AEST
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I mirror Nessa here, I have tears reading this.
It takes courage to open your heart and share these things. Your inner most feelings so bare and honest. I guess that is why we are called poets..... and you fit right into that word...... I am so sorry for this pain...... I can feel your ache from right here where I sit.
~Michelle~ |
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by Cannabiskilla on
Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 04:52:48 PM AEST
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| so expressive, everything it means to be human. love clings to the soul! |
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Re: Untitled
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by Dom on
Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 06:29:21 PM AEST
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You have expressed the desolation and sorrow in such an extraordinary way that it cannot help but the heart of ayone who reads it.
You do not doubt that this is real because it is so human and relatable.
A well written piece, though I am sorry things are tough at the moment.
Take care,
Dom |
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by FRANCO on
Wednesday, 6th June 2007 @ 07:16:05 PM AEST
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A wonderful poem filled with deep hearted melancholy
Beautifully penned.
FRANCO. |
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Re: Untitled
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 7th June 2007 @ 02:38:20 AM AEST
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Oh my Kandice ... so many emotions flood me as I read this ... gloom, sadness, grief,
loss, anguish, sorrow ... but mostly I feel a kind of conflicted hope in and around your words-
like seeing the surface from under the water, wishing beyond hope to reach it so you can
breathe again, and yet ... wanting nothing more than to continue drowning in the sea of
emotion... dark and undisturbed. WOW!
There is so much grey. Greyed confusion. I feel that. I feel the hidden desire for light's
release and yet, the desperate need for shades of deeper black. You exact an emotion
with your words and style that is gripping, to say the least. I feel akin to its very essence~
There is a torture in this that I know we all, at one time, go through. But to witness it in
others ... *sigh* that is difficult, because we know there is nothing we can do, but offer a
kind word or gesture and wait for the storm to pass. (And it will ...)
Excellent write .. and so exceptionally brave of you to share this. Thank you for letting us
into a small part of your soul. The last two stanzas, though excruciatingly painful, were
beautifully brilliant!!
in admiration,
~Roxanne
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by AirHead on
Thursday, 7th June 2007 @ 09:03:15 PM AEST
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| I only wish I could express my feelings in the same way you have, I can realte to this one.........thank you |
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