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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 18, 2011 5:54:32 GMT -5
Pity
I lost her plunged into darkness. It's my fault... I know this is true. Did I heal? No... I lied, refusing responsibility, refusing all.
Like worms eating at the truth; the excrement of lies, enriching the soil of deceit, only deepening the wounds. Fertile ground in which lies grow, flourishing lies in which to hide.
All these years hiding. Alone wanting for no-one, and nothing but an end.
But it is others, and empathy, a blind optimism that is needed; that someone broken can heal, emerge whole and perhaps stronger, in time could reassemble the pieces. Emerge, perhaps stronger for the ordeal.
Certainly wiser, what else could be the reward for suffering? Without wisdom nor empathy one remains this way. Neither alive or dying, not improving.
A ruined soul should not be stubborn, should not cling to a miserable existence.
Friends recoil, acquaintances drift away, and the forsaken finds a solitary world. A place with no refuge from loneliness - loneliness the true reward of surviving, forever maimed, ever weakened, ever broken.
Yet, who would not choose this fate, when the alternative is pity?
LonelyForsaken
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May 18, 2011 8:56:56 GMT -5
Post by Aish on May 18, 2011 8:56:56 GMT -5
Not gonna comment on the ascetics. Glad you got that out.
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May 18, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on May 18, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -5
Me too.
Thanks is not enough.
LonelyForsaken
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May 18, 2011 21:23:13 GMT -5
Post by Veritas on May 18, 2011 21:23:13 GMT -5
Tragedy majestic.
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May 18, 2011 21:37:41 GMT -5
Post by Veritas on May 18, 2011 21:37:41 GMT -5
There is another side to this world\universe\reality... Mere fingertips away. Our soul's echoing into the void the ligjt simply gives it shape. Sometimes the magnitude of tragedy needs to be amplyfied in order to apreciate the gift. We find bits and bigger pieces of ourselves scattered throughout time and space.
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May 18, 2011 22:31:13 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on May 18, 2011 22:31:13 GMT -5
We do not always need light There are times it is best left without I’ve been in the dark for long periods Groping, touching, stroking with only finger tips Caressing to know the shape of things Content with blind touch And there is pleasure in only touch
Blindfold yourself for a day and experience all you can, brush teeth, make breakfast, etc., especially a lover’s passion. It’s an experience you will never forget and your thoughts will change.
Perception is everything and to learn all you can you must change it often. Love and pain do this to us but some things are so horrific, so beyond our capacity, we compartmentalize and look inside these compartments only when ready or lose ourselves. And again find ourselves.
Je suis prest.
“I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head On and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid
Till you Love me” –
Sting - A Thousand Years
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Aug 22, 2011 18:43:38 GMT -5
Post by Mikepoet on Aug 22, 2011 18:43:38 GMT -5
Dude this is my favorite of yours. I would say this is brilliant poetry expressing exact thoughts not limeted to rhyming words.
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Aug 22, 2011 20:48:42 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 22, 2011 20:48:42 GMT -5
Hi Mike
Thanks! It was a breakthrough moment in truth. Not the best poetry but one hell of a write eh? I had forgotten about this one actually. It reveals much of me and sometimes I’m surprised I have the openness to post it. Only here would I dare. If you like this one check out “Whispers of Eternity.” Better poetry I think.
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Aug 26, 2011 2:51:24 GMT -5
Post by RisYerg on Aug 26, 2011 2:51:24 GMT -5
Heart breaking piece. Very powerful. R.Y.
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