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Soul Cry
Contributed by
kellros
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Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 02:10:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Lay my soul to rest, oh dark one,
no more i ask, of these tests
Many times i have succeeded in my goal,
yet my intention stays unknown
What is this suppose to bring me?
All these tests?
Why make my heart beat loudly,
for the sake of a loved one,
if all it was to you,
is a test?
Is there a reason for this?
So much pain to endure,
so much hate to explain
so much greed they have
all i endure, but it never stops...
Forsaken am i not, if i do not heed your words?
Does it actually require me to believe every single word?
Can't i just stay here like a rotten corpse in the dark,
the light i have, why should i share with those who are unwilling?
Never again i will bow down,
never again i will see the light,
the darkness have become my salvation,
my sancuatary, every dark and lonely night.
Fear? Why does one have that?
Is it for own protection, or is it a form of hate?
Why should i fear the very thing that made me what i am?
Darkness, late hours, little food or drink...
Hours of pondering life,
always restrained from what i want
and only given what i need...
A poem i shalt write for her,
my very heart and soul,
my only love,
enduring this... enduring everything...
for me
Her light tore me from darkness as an arrow out of my chest...
her breathe is that of life, without it i am dead...
her piercing loving gaze, all is known... that she cares
her spirit is willing, so is mine
my love for her is undeniable,
her very essence gladdens my soul...
her smile could make a nation cry out
*sniffs the air* the smell of her hair reminds me of fresh cut flowers,
she is the light of my world..
i need her as humans need the sun, i need to be with her
Depression is what is left, a soul broken is not what i ask for..
we shalt stay together, till death do us part,
again i will seek her out, for she is my goddess, my queen...
Copyright ©
kellros
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Re: Soul Cry
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by Kellros on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 02:28:03 PM AEST
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| I don't know what self to make of this poem, as i just let my thoughts drift, comments are always welcome, if u have the time, please do :) |
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Re: Soul Cry
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by EternitysLyre on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 02:37:45 PM AEST
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It's sweet, dark, and profound all at once. I like.
*grins*
There's definitely the feeling of humanity in these words; so true, yet so simple. So personal, yet so broad in spectrum. And for some reason this poem has the best rythm (about none in normal standards) I've read in a long time--probably because it's without any rendering or alteration. I'd love to see another one of these--they seem like something someone would think about right before they went to bed.
Compelling job.
"Eager to bribe, and eager to wed, makes a man richer, bitter, and emotionally dead."
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Re: Soul Cry
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by mountainhigh on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 07:56:55 PM AEST
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| Moving and so true, I could feel the words and the pain. Thank you for sharing. |
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Re: Soul Cry
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by Stitch on
Wednesday, 3rd March 2004 @ 08:08:03 AM AEST
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I can relate to this struggle. Reminds me of something I wrote called "Broken." None of us ask to be broken, but it is necessary. The storms of the soul are the things that comprise real poetry. The ache, the struggle, and the devotion are all here.
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