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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 26, 2006 1:17:53 GMT -6
Looking into a crystal ball ,
Discontorted features ..
Picking up the faults,
Even though they are only so very small ..
Rage races ,
Like a savage pack,
Hurling the abuse,
The contortion rules ..
The urge to make it
All more real,
If the reflection becomes..
As it is desired
Image reflects, days of hurt
When nothing was enough
That the way the body looked,
Was never going to be perfect
To you, or I ..
How easy it is to purge..
To make the pain seem worthwhile
To throw it all away
Into the square,
Of the everyday ,
So that even in plain glass..
The contortion ,
The visions seen,
Are always the same
The life form fades
As it becomes no longer a game
The purging of the soul,
Has come at a cost..
And in the end
Even the most simple
Beauty is lost. |
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 26, 2006 3:09:39 GMT -6
Your writing is very profound, and always enjoy reading your work. I particularly like the ending of this piece.
Write on!
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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 26, 2006 20:22:39 GMT -6
Thank you David
x Soul
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Post by anirbas on Sept 26, 2006 20:51:53 GMT -6
"When nothing was enough
That the way the body looked,
Was never going to be perfect
To you, or I ..
How easy it is to purge.."
~fragmentation of Soulfir3 verse.
~*~
grittily creative how you used images of anerexia of both the body and spirit;
as well the act of purging throughout this piece...nir
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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 29, 2006 6:36:33 GMT -6
Deepest thanks, Nir. Appreciate your kind words and enjoyment of this write.
Soul
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2006 13:20:28 GMT -6
Well, you're very welcome...S'firic poeming? Just keep it coming, pretty please? Nir
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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 30, 2006 2:46:59 GMT -6
I'll do my best  x Soul |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 30, 2006 2:51:15 GMT -6
slips up behind S'fir hidden by the darkness of evening,
taps her on the shoulder and whispers...TAG! YOU'RE IT!
one or two more reads, sister of the night, and i'm history...
i'm outta here...so, nightie night...sweet dreams, sweet pretty...
and doncha let the bedbugs bite...unless you want them to...ggglgggl...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 9, 2006 5:22:20 GMT -6
shivers as hand passes over shoulder and peers warily into the now, almost invisible shadow... sweet dreams, dear Nir... read you soon |
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Post by lilly on Oct 21, 2006 7:05:50 GMT -6
maybe you read my thought dear soul i wonder sometimes as i read your work as if i am there and have experienced it all with u or for u is very dajavo love u great work lillyxxxx
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Post by glenn on Oct 21, 2006 11:24:41 GMT -6
I can very much relate to the image of a crystal ball distorting the truth it reveals, and how the workings of the soul can restore the beauty that seemed lost.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 22, 2006 22:56:46 GMT -6
who is this person,
I see, staring back into my own eyes..
a mere illusion of who truly hides, inside
a mortal shell, hiding a demon's truth
someone, I, myself, do not recognise..
and yet, wish too release
a nameless face, without a number attached
nothing more, than a mortal sized rat
something to scurry and be hidden away..
brought out into the daylight,
when the one who chooses to own me,
needs a distraction..
with something, too play
if the days were dark and times were mean,
I would be labeled with an "A" and be called..
truer things..
and perhaps that's all I am,
too someone else..
an empty void, used to fill
an empty house, until someone better
and more suited arrives..
it is inside this unknown reflection,
where my truest of hearts, shall remain to hide |
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