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The western sky
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Monday, 27th September 2010 @ 10:00:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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There is nothing left to say. The world cannot touch me. Loneliness has eaten my bones. I am a disfigured reflection, the lamentation of a dream unfit to fly, an iron heart broken by time.
I am alone, uninspired, left with nothing but hands that cannot clasp with strength the fingers that can no longer dance across the page, or tap against the glass the music of my soul.
I drive my fingers quietly, conservatively, with no fervor, no adoration. The world cannot touch me. I have no memory left of love, no circumstance to innervate my fingers cry, nor sorrow to unravel the opus of my soul. I am a thirst quenched, a flame extinguished.
I have begun to grow old. I can no longer see the world with eyes adorned by youth and the foolishness of its provincial love, I can only whisper at the dreams that at one time scattered and twisted across my lips.
Still, my soul yet rises at the couplings of color across the western sky.
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iodinelove
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2010-09-27 22:00:44]
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Re: The western sky
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by shelby on
Monday, 27th September 2010 @ 10:31:26 PM AEST
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This reached my heart my friend, very powerful, moving and incredible poetry here.
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Re: The western sky
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by longhaircg on
Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 06:49:36 AM AEST
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Soul tapping, beautiful work indeed.
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