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without bones to shatter; I am.
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 09:55:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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It is a day of death.
my ribs shift and tremble
ready to collapse one final time before I say
I love you
before I scream
- adore you
infinitely, even though I am far from a god
even if faith swings, breathless, from my upturned wrists
they smile for you
as I often do
when I try to hide the ugliness
that sometimes reminds me
of you
forgive this selfish longing.
it harbors no scent of your fractured dreams,
no violent winds, no salvation,
I am cradled in your filth,
that is actually my mirror
but why suffer so?
why long for such untouchable ghosts?
why keep drowning in a flame that does not resurrect?
It is a day of red fingers, and forced silence.
I abandon the needle,
and tear the childish patchwork I made
in attempts to save my heart from
losing hope in
love.
in you
{ I regret your light. }
Do you ever hear me beneath your shadow?
rotting?
It is a day of death.
And I have never been more perfect.
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2009-05-13 09:55:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: without bones to shatter; I am.
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 04:48:15 PM AEST (User
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Steph,
this brought tears to my eyes. I felt every single beat of your heart and soul within this verse. You always capture the very being of your soul within your poetry sweet lady.
Hugs you tight
Michelle |
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Re: without bones to shatter; I am.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th May 2009 @ 12:02:01 PM AEST (User
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Oh Steph this shattered me! You, my dear girl have such a depth when it
comes to emotion. With but a word or phrase you could manipulate a heart
of stone. It is a gift I am continually impressed by. If you posted this under
any but anguish, I might be convinced it was more beautiful. But the torment
in here is evident.
Sweetie, you bleed passion. All one has to do is read anything you've written
to know this. Always a pleasure visiting your page, even through the anguish
and pain. Brilliant, dear Stephy. Your star shines regardless.
*huge hugs*
~ Breezy
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