Your absence is killing me...

hey guys, this a peice i wrote, i don't know how to define it, i just wrote it ans liked it.. tell me what you think :)

My lips are feeling your shadow, and my arms ache with your absence… my heart seeks you with every beat, and my blood looks for you with its drops… my eyes call for you with every glance, and cry for you with every tear… my whole body is calling for you…
You've become the air I breath… the bubble I live in… everything reminds me of you… everything spells your name… our memories keep interrupting my thoughts, as if reminding the fate to send you back to me…
My room is full with your shadows that attack me with things we've done… and things we've always dreamt to do…
Everything aches when you're gone… even the air… I need you here… you're my home!!

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Originally Posted by Pretty^Athens

our memories keep interrupting my thoughts, as if reminding the fate to send you back to me…

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memories are a VERY powerful thing; your piece has such intense feelings of withdrawal, reminiscence... I feel that I could understand, that it defines some of my own thoughts; I like that!

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Originally Posted by crazefest456

memories are a VERY powerful thing; your piece has such intense feelings of withdrawal, reminiscence... I feel that I could understand, that it defines some of my own thoughts; I like that!

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Glad you like it :) thanks

It is touching... it reminds me of my own experience. I like it too

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Originally Posted by Pretty^Athens

hey guys, this a peice i wrote, i don't know how to define it, i just wrote it ans liked it.. tell me what you think :)

My lips are feeling your shadow, and my arms ache with your absence… my heart seeks you with every beat, and my blood looks for you with its drops… my eyes call for you with every glance, and cry for you with every tear… my whole body is calling for you…
You've become the air I breath… the bubble I live in… everything reminds me of you… everything spells your name… our memories keep interrupting my thoughts, as if reminding the fate to send you back to me…
My room is full with your shadows that attack me with things we've done… and things we've always dreamt to do…
Everything aches when you're gone… even the air… I need you here… you're my home!!

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Pretty Athens, you must be pretty not only in physique but in spirit too. Or else this poem, so elevating and captivating could not have been birthed.

Of course the spirit of universe must have possessed you, or else a piece like this could not have occurred to anyone.

Here love in its entirety is manifest, the feathers of love blown or expanded beyond mortal realms.

Pretty, your expression is really universal. I simply get immersed in the ocean of it, and plumbed of course.

Write more and more pieces like this one, for they are reservoirs that flood life with love.

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Originally Posted by Pretty^Athens

hey guys, this a peice i wrote, i don't know how to define it, i just wrote it ans liked it...

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:) Oh one of those times when u write something just to spit it out and it becomes a very good piece (i only had this pleasure in one of my many rumblings though :( ) and u cant define it, yet know its more than just thoughts...

I liked this piece, Pretty. Very much, indeed. And i guess that must be good (dunno whether for u or me) somewhere 'cuz usually i dont find myself wow-ing at every love poem or piece of thoughts like this, i seriously think there's very little left to say in topics like this. However, brilliant poems/undefined pieces have this habit of amazing me still. So u get a :thumbs_up from me here.

One thing though, i didnt much appreciate the title-- and NOT because it brought back memories of someone telling me my presence is killing him :sick: ... though in a positive sense acc. to him, anyway i'm trying to be an unbiased soul in here, see?! :p The point being- the title sounded timeworn to me, but the piece in itself was a brilliant read in my part.

Thank u.

I love revisiting this piece a hundred times and go never tired of appreciating every line, every clause and of course every bit of it.

I got bewitched, intoxicated and drunk with this. Something on the scale of Rumi, opne of the Sufi poets.

Indeed pretty you are possessed. Something, great spirit possessed you, or else a piece of this measure could not have been written.

You are the medium and someone or something great is at work!

thank you all for whay you said :) glad you like it!

Very beautiful!