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BitterSweet
Contributed by
Jen_unknown_to_myself
on
Sunday, 7th February 2010 @ 05:18:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I lay on the ground,
Watching the raindrops fall from the sky,
The puddle keeps getting deeper,
Maybe I値l drown,
I can only hope.
I知 standing in a field,
The terrifying electricity of lightning is striking all around me,
Maybe if I make myself as tall as possible,
It値l strike me,
And down I値l fall,
Spiraling into an eternity of nothing.
I知 standing at the end of a street,
Wind is rushing all around me,
I hear the roar of the twister,
I see it coming to me,
I open my arms wide,
Ready to embrace it,
Hopefully I値l be uplifted toward the celestial skies.
I close my eyes,
I hear the never-ending thunder around me,
The thunder of people who will never reach me,
So I lay on the ground cold and lonely,
Watching the rain,
Knowing that my heart is slowly leaving me.
Copyright ﾂｩ
Jen_unknown_to_myself
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2010-02-07 17:18:56]
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Re: BitterSweet
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by catapult57 on
Sunday, 7th February 2010 @ 05:44:34 PM AEST
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| I really liked this opening line. Thematically, it reminded me of one of Emily Dickinson's poems, where you are in pain and the body just goes through the motions until healing hopefully comes |
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Re: BitterSweet
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by Fuzzy on
Monday, 8th February 2010 @ 02:41:52 AM AEST
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I read this several times,for me it is a fantastic write,sad, painful.
a true vision of despair and loneliness.
I close my eyes,
I hear the never-ending thunder around me,
The thunder of people who will never reach me,
So I lay on the ground cold and lonely,
Watching the rain,
Knowing that my heart is slowly leaving me.
Take care
Fuzzy |
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