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Turmoil
Contributed by
xHeathenx
on
Sunday, 20th May 2018 @ 09:22:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A thousand days ago we met
In a school back home
We parted ways and thought
Of each other for some more
A hundred days ago we met
By chance and made a pair our own
A dozen days ago I held her
In my arms at night
Today I push her back and still
I love her all the same
Yet even still I scorn her
And refuse to speak her name
She is not who she claims to be
But she cannot see
I would choose to chastise her
Be the slayer of her dreams
My choice and its weight ail me
The woe to not know their means
In a dozen days I/'/ll leave her
In seven more I/'/ll /'/ve forgot her
Thus I learn a lesson wrapped in grief
Love is oft/'/ macabre
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2018-05-20 21:22:11]
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Re: Turmoil
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by JamesStockdale on
Monday, 21st May 2018 @ 12:18:05 AM AEST
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Been there. Sometimes our choices are skewed by others and sometimes the facts are missing.
We know what we believe is true but often our truths are just hunches based not on fact.
Life ain/'/t a bed of roses. Great write! |
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Re: Turmoil
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by emystar on
Monday, 21st May 2018 @ 01:46:01 AM AEST
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I know this one well and I dont even wonna go there again. Being single I dont even date any more
but if I do Ill definently be very careful and so much more selective.
Good work.
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Re: Turmoil
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 22nd May 2018 @ 04:44:22 PM AEST
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I agree with everyone on your write. See what you have inspired?The gift of sharing your experience is a ripple felt by readers. I like the countdown you used; it carries us along like pages in a book.
My favorite line is I LEARNED A LESSON WRAPPED IN GRIEF.
Most lessons are wrapped in some sort of struggle. And it is a fertile ground for music and poetry such as yours!
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