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Contributed by
FleurdeSang
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Monday, 3rd August 2009 @ 08:57:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Dear Adoles,
Let me begin by saying that this letter is not for you. I am writing to a reincarnate of passion that remains nameless, a bodiless obsession that I have yet to kiss, or weep over. Understand that this ink is not made to shatter you; I don't expect you to even read this. I would have written it in a dead tongue so that you may never know the extent of this ache, but I discovered there is no deader language than my own. With that, I unravel my madness before you like a veil of something holier than your eyes in twilight; something that may or may not be a part of you, but sings just as silently.
dear forgotten,
It is always difficult to whisper you.
The sun is too bright, persistent with her jovial heat in my darkest hour, and I am the after-birth of sufferance. You see, I realized that you are no longer an addiction. My heart does not stammer as dumbly as it used to; in fact, it hardly stirs at all anymore. I cannot blame you; you do not exist.
I had felt your presence before I could speak of such shadows -
beneath the stone;
a moonlit destruction, a quiet cataclysm sinking, and becoming,
my reason.
To take another breath. To tremble with love, and hate of that love, because it could never be given. To bleed for no other reason than to write sonnets along the shores you loved most.
And what of the oceans spilled from my sternum of dust? From the eyes that were merely stone for centuries, but yielded to your agonized songs? What of the resurrecting flames, the death I would have kissed daily if it meant one word, or three, from your still lips?
The nights do not comfort me anymore. Did I ever tell you that? You've become a parasitic yearning, a throb of miserable lust, constantly beating against every filament, and I am mad to still love you. I am mad to still think your heart will ever sing my name.
A shadow cannot love light; but you were emptiness, you were memory forgotten, and I adored you because I could exist in your darkness; because I existed, rather than being a mirror reflecting nothing.
dear perfect stranger,
The shards still sob with your voice. And I remember again that I am dead to you.
Irrevocably yours,
- S.
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2009-08-03 08:57:08]
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Re: unsent.
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by Sagacious on
Monday, 3rd August 2009 @ 11:39:26 AM AEST
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I must say, dear Fleur, you have only matured and deepened as a writer! I was heartened on my visit here, this morning, to see your new posts--especially for the years of creative energy they represent. I must apologize for not having been around to witness that development. There are reasons for that, but I'll not elaborate on those here.
The matter of importance in the present case is your magnificent work, in which I very well can taste the anguish you convey. Unrequited love is perhaps the most bitter pill any of us may swallow in our lives; it takes an exceptionally brave writer to render it so honestly as to lay bare the reader's native defenses. That's always been your forte and greatest strength. Ever a creature of passion, you've never flinched from exposing the raw truth of your emotion in textual form. I can only say that the would-be recipient of this missive is a poor sot, indeed, to be unreceptive of the fire that burns within you.
But it will be your savior--I promise you that. Wherever you go, whoever you encounter, that elemental power will uplift you and help carry you to your true destiny. Your soul's fire burns hotter than any who might diminish or disrespect you--including those inner demons who would inject a sense of Doubt in the great, unanswered questions of life. Instinctively, you know the answers which suit you.
For that, I am grateful, for the world needs more pure and honest sojourners like you. Thank you for being exactly the person you are, have been, and will become. Always and Sincerely,
-Kris- |
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Re: unsent.
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by elle on
Monday, 3rd August 2009 @ 08:30:29 PM AEST
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You''ve penned so exquisite a resurrection, fueled by such emotion as to form, no command, a kindredness with any lost soul
ever ravaged by this nameless host. Positively masterful. . . par excellent. Regard. elle |
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by shelby on
Monday, 3rd August 2009 @ 09:24:53 PM AEST
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Hun, this is simply heart breaking to read.
You always move the universe with your verse.
Hugs you
Michelle |
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Re: unsent.
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 4th August 2009 @ 03:50:02 AM AEST
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Jesus christ. This is one of those poems that makes you realise you aren't as good a poet as you thought you were. You are batting in a higher league with this. That ball has just gone outta the park and landed in peru. Pardon me, for I am not worthy...
-phil |
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