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CrY
Aug 5, 2003 16:04:13 GMT -5
Post by ~Scarlett{}Tears~ on Aug 5, 2003 16:04:13 GMT -5
trickling droplets form a shallow puddle on the concrete, touch them gently as they seem to be so tender- greet them kindly when you kiss them, if you kiss them, tonight. emerging from the warmth they are left in the minds winter, face the time alone when they want to form together- lonely tears, a single one will always drop upon a cheek. when you are away my brain lacks the theory of thorns, as jesus wore them as a crown, i remember- he too felt the sadness of a single droplet in this casket. lying face down my head against stained tiles, fingering these pools that drown my hand- lick them to recycle, take down this pain once again. slowly drifting into a coma of dreams tonight, capturing the years of these closed crying eyes- nothing can bring back the sound of your voice.. was my choice- to not have you around! add to the puddles depth as if wanting to suffocate, holding myself back, not trying to slip away- can't breathe now, look at water to see my destiny. behind tears i see you from a distance unknown, people appear to dance in this blurred vision- they are all screaming, waving, slitting their throats. my mind my tears my loss!
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CrY
Oct 13, 2003 13:13:11 GMT -5
Post by black jewelled rain on Oct 13, 2003 13:13:11 GMT -5
The way you have written this poem can only be described as pure beauty. From the very start, you use the most amazing imagery, such as when you say that you look into the water to sea your destiny. Even later when you mention people slitting their throats, althought it maybe can't be described as a 'beautiful' picture, the image stayed in my mind after reading it.
The line 'nothing can bring back the sounds of your voice' really touched me. It actually brought me to tears myself!
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