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The Dark Well
Contributed by
justme03
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Friday, 23rd December 2005 @ 11:36:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Deep in the dark abyss that feeds me
the bittersweet taste on my lips,
the words I write swirl in a mist
down in the dark well.
An eternal drought of scorch filled days,
along the dirt road is a fiery haze,
pulling the bucket up before the rope frays
from deep in the dark well.
My words of rage repeatedly wither.
Reborn from the ashes one after another.
Better absorb its meaning quick before
the lips of the sun drink up the water
of the dark well. . .
The dark well of words I will never tell.
The dark well of insanity and chaos
but also of calmness and serenity.
Left all alone with just some chalk
and the ground on which I walk,
I went on a creative journey
inside my mind pouring everything out.
Raindrops fell from the heavens that day,
the tears of the fallen angels.
Never one for a concrete ending, they knew
the end would repeatedly become the beginning
the beginning of a poem,
of a story,
of a new creative idea.
These things would come from the end. . .
the end of old poems,
of old stories,
and of old ideas.
These things would be the beginning.
Deep in the dark abyss that feeds me
the bittersweet taste on my lips,
the words I write swirl in a mist
down in the dark well.
The beginning is the end and the end is the beginning.
All minds creating one never-ending song.
The fallen angels will never prove us wrong.
Poems, stories, and ideas, from all creatures spawn.
Life is a song and our minds create the lyrics.
We all are our own critics.
Scratching out the things we want to hide.
Adding on new lines all the time.
On paper I can be who I want to be. . .
or expose myself for all the world to see.
Some think it’s scary, and once I did too
but, my fallen angels guided me through.
Deep in the dark abyss that feeds me
the words that slip from my lips
my life hides in shadows
constantly moving away. . .
Showing a new part of me everyday. . .
This is my story. . .
This is my life. . .
This is. . . my poetry which spawns from
my dark well.
~Kortnie~
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Re: The Dark Well
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by ruby_dreamer on
Friday, 23rd December 2005 @ 12:02:38 PM AEST
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| A wonderful window into the darkness of a human mind...I live off of poetry like this. Great work! |
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Re: The Dark Well
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by Xnoybis on
Saturday, 24th December 2005 @ 03:20:52 AM AEST
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So true. Always beginnings and endings. An endless cycle of cycles within cycles. And who can say which are to be, and which aren't? No need to limit it to your paper..
The more you embrace it, the better it will become. My two cents, of course. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed it. |
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