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Full of Holes
Contributed by
girltranscended
on
Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 11:49:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I am weak
for love stories
and opportunity.
Tears and sweat mixing
a summer of uncertainty.
A box of old things
includes a heart, not fit
for what its seen.
Too scared to disengage.
Too ragged to move on.
I am an ant
walking to and fro.
A speck to overlook,
but big enough to bother,
forever searching,
living a slow death
of thirst.
I am weak
for love stories
and opportunity.
Tears and sweat mixing
a summer of uncertainty.
Stinging eyes and
fervored heart
my light is lost.
Doubts current
currently encapsulating it.
I am weak,
I am hungry
for a fullness of life.
It waxes and wanes
in the night.
Copyright ©
girltranscended
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2004-12-24 23:49:41]
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Re: Full of Holes
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 02:48:07 AM AEST
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"I am an ant
walking to and fro.
A speck to overlook,
but big enough to bother,"
This struck me deep. It works.
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Re: Full of Holes
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 06:38:38 AM AEST
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I like this. It leaves me aching in a way I can't explain....wanting more.
Which I guess is the whole point huh? |
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Re: Full of Holes
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by Stitch on
Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 06:43:48 AM AEST
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You have said this with a finesse that transcends the words. I must read more of your writes.
Stitch |
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Re: Full of Holes
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by Silent-No-More on
Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 11:49:09 PM AEST
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I am weak
for love stories
and opportunity.
This... I understand - more than I could ever express. One word comes to mind as I read this... Longing. And Oh! how one should listen when their heart is crying so...
Melancholy and emotional --- but --- somehow aware and hopeful at the same time. I like this piece... I would have even if you stopped after the first three lines.
~SNM~
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