See her?
I doubt it much
We'll meet again in this
Or any other place. We've said
Farewell.
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See her?
I doubt it much
We'll meet again in this
Or any other place. We've said
Farewell.
Farewell
I won't miss you
Like you think that I will.
And when I'm done crying I'll smile.
At last.
At last
I'll knit a new
heart, weave sweet love through the
black bulbous bruises,tangle in
your gaze
Your gaze,
Burns holes in me,
Revealing what none see,
The dark at the heart of me;
The void.
The void
Forgot that I
Was in it. Forgot to
Swallow me. Left me here, floating
Around.
Around,
This island, me,
Stands societies sea,
That prevents us from being we;
Sorry.
"Sorry";
A foolish word.
For life without regret,
Is the truest happiness known,
So live.
So 'live,
That girl; crazy.
She paint all she sees,
And sees 'everything' ... in detail.
Strange Gal
Strange Gal
eating sunshine
drinking rays from the moon
wearing black coat of the dark night
strange girl!
Strange girl,
Dances in the street,
Lithe ... graceful on her feet.
She flows along the concrete;
Content.
Content
dancing on the
concrete floor all alone
on the rhythmic beat of her heart;
content!
content
after a meal
sunken in a sofa
watching my favorite show — you
come here
come here
look at my hand
I have got you a gift
please accept this humble present
my heart.
my heart
lives in these shoes
chassé across the floor
chasing an incredible dream
Broadway!
Broadway
Elphinston Street
Keamari Bunder Road
not a single place good for tryst
love's lost!
love's lost!
forgotten land
forever as unnamed
in the distant void of blank snow
herein
herein;
the tone alone
implies a special kind
of secret. Your mind, a blind door
locked tight.
locked tight
sunlight yet seeps
under the door, questing
with shy forays the scent of spring
or love
hard ending
(sorry if I tarnish your's)
..Or love.
But, I chose lust,
A life in the brothels.
My lilac scent perfume smells like
Spring rain.
Spring rain
Drowns the blood stains
Leftover from winter
When everyone's backs were turned from
The knife.
Not at all...good one!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hobbes
Yours, too, PoemsEulogy.Quote:
Originally Posted by PoemsEulogy
the knife
edge of April
breeze slices at harbored
dreams as I run to wayward spring
and hope
And hope?
'Tis but summer after
Spring. Then comes autumn, winter dragging after.
Life is but a weary cycle of seasons coming going now
ending?
ending?
beginning now
the minute it all starts
your birthing breath gives in to death's
rasping
rasping
on my raw nerves
my body's a violin
who cares if my strings squeal in pain
sad song
sad song
easy to sing
when world is up-side-down
and you are right-side-up, try to
keep faith
keep faith?
how may I ask
despair now at the door
hell is waiting like a backdraft
damn it
damn it
our love flows past
draining away too quick
the soft flow of our olden days
dam it
dam it
memories flood
my orifices til
snow white moon and I no longer
feel you
feel you
I don't know you
still I stretch out my hand
and recognize you, by that grasp,
are we
are we
taking the floor
am I wearing glass shoes
are you going to take my hand
last dance
last dance
spinning away
remember not to breathe
forget that your breath ever was
release
release
the prisoner
padlocked inside my head
a penitentiary without
windows
windows
go in and out
my sing-song childhood dance
I watch you go in and I wait
open
open,
like the night sky
over Kinder Scout that
time, you remember? Don't you? Say
you do.
you do
I just know it
you keep it to yourself
the last thing you want to see, my
relief
relief
sweet respite from
the horrors of everyday
life at it's worst, pain at it's best
a cycle
a cycle
like the pale moon
waiting to embrace me
wan love loitering,why can't you
find me?
Find me?
That may be a
Challenge, for I am an
Expert at hiding in cold, dark
Places.
places
where we once walked
remember us and sigh
as only a ghost in the wind
might weep