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Hollow
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 01:30:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I wonder what it is that I write writing slop
and sloppy pens on black bathroom
stalls stinking of ***** and vomit.
I wonder what it is that I feel when I open her,
her spine her pelvic thrust, my insurgents spilling down her thighs.
I wonder what it is that i speak quietly on the sofa to myself
loudly on the blue divan
the leopard and my snow my ignorance in life and money.
I divert my eyes my eyes are the softest song
my narcissistic charm chasing the pain
the burdened smiles the crooked, stained teeth.
I sit with a huff, playing my hair in the wind of forever.
I croon and yawn and close my eyes
my eyes are of the boldest blue making yellow
making gray stars shine true.
I am the empty carcass of a man with an empty soul.
I am crippled enfeebled love loving the
darknesses of blue and black hair;
two fragile lips traveling the length of the blinds.
I have thought the desert into being.
I have sought for and claimed the desert sands.
I have walked beneath the farthest skies.
I have seen the color of my love
and the color of my love is the only thing I fear.
I have lived a beautiful life;
and it is not enough.
There is nothing on this earth that I would desire, nor in the heavens or fields.
There is nothing that I would love my love without you near.
Not life its liquid its tear, not hope or hate or fear;
Let me arise unto thee, let me sleep in your permanency
in the flesh of my flesh cast thy light unto me
thine eyes the sun against the frozen sea
thy mouth the blush and shadow of every burning tree
let me walk in thy presence that i might leave behind
the rot and seeds of my love. I would rather be blind
in this world with your touch than with all the beauty
of the night without your light to guide me through.
Copyright ©
iodinelove
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2005-01-02 01:30:49]
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Re: Hollow
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by emystar on
Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 01:47:41 AM AEST
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Wow now, the poem is far from hollow. It's a very powerfull write. Awesomely deep.
Very good write.
huggs, smiles,
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Re: Hollow
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by Blackevar on
Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 05:47:25 AM AEST
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it's a brilliantly written piece of work and yet the writer seems to be quite fufilled with love as opposed to hollow.
Maybe I read it wrong thoug!
Well done
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Re: Hollow
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by wray on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 08:56:03 AM AEST
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Hmmmm! You have an interesting way of writing; there are several lines here that rang oddly with me, yet somehow very poetically. I think it might be something to do with the way you join lines together. Verrrry interesting. I was a bit confused about the direction you were taking -- are you saying you're hollow without her?
But I adore these lines:
"thine eyes the sun against the frozen sea
thy mouth the blush and shadow of every burning tree" |
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