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The Night
Contributed by
JakerBaker88
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Monday, 15th March 2010 @ 09:48:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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When night comes,
Unraveled are my day to day worries;
Pulled apart by my subconcious.
I lay my head upon a pillow
While dreamers dust covers my eyelids,
Lulling me into a stupor.
Each cycle of sleep is the same:
He calls my name,
I run towards his embrace----
Then he disappears in a wisp of smoke;
His laughter at my ignorance gut-wrenching.
When light dawns,
Enlighted am I to what I have not;
Pulled apart, yet again, by the subconcious----
And by the heart.
Copyright ©
JakerBaker88
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2010-03-15 21:48:16]
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Re: The Night
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by Inchiostro on
Monday, 15th March 2010 @ 10:01:56 PM AEST
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We need more Happy poems HAPPY HAPPY like Rainbows and Bunnies and uh UNICORNS!!
Think Happy thoughts
We love you remember??? |
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Re: The Night
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 16th March 2010 @ 09:07:26 AM AEST
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Night is a demon whose venom paralyzes sleep. Especially when afflicted with memory. There is no comfort in the veil of night, but the mornings can be just as unforgiving. Beautifully painful, this was. It's as if being whipped by poetic thought with each line. Excellent post.
Seléne ~ |
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