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Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 01:03:21 AM in AEST
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There is an autumn day lingering on the forefront of my thought.
It is a mild, denim dream writing leaves across the sea.
I am not sure how to feel.
I am so afraid to cry.
There are great pains that suffer nothing in our lives.
I am quiet considering a fallen dream.
It is the mirror that hollows me.
There are so many words that I cannot utter,
seeing life pass, day after day.
There are so many visions that I cannot speak aloud.
I have seen so many ends.
Everyday I see somebody die inside.
Everyday these sentences come together,
everyday these letters form new words.
I want to stop.
My fingers continue.
I am silent.
I am never silent.
I see a storm.
It courses from my mouth;
from my very blood it issues forth,
consumes time,
eats me alive.
It eats me alive,
How can I make you see?
I don't want this.
I don't want to do this anymore.
But I don't have a choice.
This poetry in me consumes me,
engorges me, destroys me.
I hate it.
It is my bane, my vomit, my pain
so clear and comforting
surrendered on this page.
I write because I am possessed to do so.
I write the leaves are simply fallen over an open snow;
the leopards prowl.
There is nothing in this world that I desire more
than to look upon this world in black and white.
There is nothing in this world that I desire more
than to see with someone else's eyes.
But there is no end.
No end.
Copyright ©
iodinelove
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Re: Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
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by Pisces101 on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 01:58:07 AM AEST
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| "everyday i see somebody die inside" nice |
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Re: Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 05:08:01 AM AEST
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Very deep, moving, thought provoking write.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
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by ArsenicMyst on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 01:59:42 PM AEST
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very absorbing views from either side of your eyes ...
obsessed and posessed ... ever submitting
good write ...
Arsenic`·.¸·:
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Re: Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
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by Wachumiri on
Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 12:47:07 PM AEST
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Wow, very captivating. You have a great poet inside.
Take care,
David |
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Re: Writing leaves across the sea. (Truth)
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 03:45:37 PM AEST
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Your experiences are up and downs, its fine, such is life... cycle of transformation each day. You just have lots of feelings..poetry helps to record your experiences.. to review back on your life, it is written.. history..
all you know, you know a lot, yes, are you wishing you knew less.. sort of scary isn't it.. imagining a person standing in the middle of the world, everything rushing around them, taking it all in... such a rush.... of pain to view at times... the virtual images you are getting is like that mirror, a reflection of you.. everything speeding so fast around you on the outside of you, makes you feel hollow at times..then you think deeper, you are getting the true picture, becoming aware of your surroundings even more, yourself... you become restless, so many efforts, you have great ambitions, you have so much to take in, wears your out... your poem here is full of life energy though, let it all out, breathe in through your nose, out of your mouth, renew your life, enemies seek, but will fail, are you the enemy of yourself, do you want to be free, or isolate your life. You must keep writing, even if you gamble with words, better poetry than depression.. don't hate life, you are full of it, don't stop writing, your energy will be lost.
I really like your poem, it allows one to think deep, your speaker voice speaks.. I find more to this poem than just being possessed by the pen and paper...
Raquel Leah
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