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Blinding Embraces
Contributed by
weepingprophet
on
Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 12:18:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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frail fingertips numb with expectation
fall on your stale face
the glimpse of destination
left within a trace
hope in your eyes
before they close
simple are the lies
that you chose
forever was never meant
to end with you
my whole soul i've spent
to give something true
soft satin sheets
erase my mind
the relentless defeats
the inevitability of time
forever was you
finding me whole
expectations were few
now what will console?
left within the traces
of all the blinding embraces
your stale face
haunting time
relentlessly daunting
my mind
how can you close your eyes
when all you ever gave me
was a lie?
solace grows
in the grass
six feet under
is my past
and you, stale faced liar
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weepingprophet
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2006-02-05 00:18:48] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Blinding Embraces
(User Rating: 1 ) by Whisper on
Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 01:51:14 AM AEST (User
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Nice write good flow
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Re: Blinding Embraces
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 01:57:25 AM AEST (User
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It seems strange to say that this poem was romantic but in a way it was. Even though this is about putting a past relationship in the past, and though your final line was quite stabbbing.
This is still a very romantic write in the darkest of ways, and that is impressive. Great job!
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Re: Blinding Embraces
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 02:09:45 AM AEST (User
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Enjoyed this write. I agree with another person's comment on the rhythm. The last line was the stinger for me...Peace, Laura |
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