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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 13, 2007 5:29:04 GMT -6
a smile
an illusion of those calm
sunny waters
sheltering a hurt and scarred soul
eyes
which flicker under a tortured grey sky
reflecting stormy emotions
riding harshly against the heart
pull me from the shadows
and the dreams which taunt me
from so long ago
where an ancient echo
filters into myself
trembling fingers tracing
the blue outline of bruises
a purple hue,
a kindred cross of one's so
called love
devotion of painful intent
a lifetime deal with the devil
his kiss leaves me cold
aching
i know not what desire is,
only what sorrow and
silence brings,
maiming those who fall into
his trap
screaming from the depths of
a nightmare,
which has no ending
even in my waking hours
i feel only the cold
empty sorrow
an undeniable -
absence of hope
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Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 14, 2007 14:34:20 GMT -6
Oh, have I ever been here before, seems I am always in this place, happiness so brief, so temporary, i wonder if I had everknown happiness and if it can truly be fulfilled without the peace that should accompany it.
I just love this piece.
Excellent!
BNS
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2007 20:08:07 GMT -6
screaming from the depths of
a nightmare,
which has no ending
even in my waking hours
i feel only the cold
empty sorrow
an undeniable -
absence of hope
~fragmentation of Soulfiric verse.
~*~
Movingly deep, deeper, deepest piece...
Sadly beautiful...Like the song of a whipporwill...
Thanks for sharing, Soul. Nir.
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Post by dawness on Feb 17, 2007 23:33:27 GMT -6
soul, full of gut wrenching, aching language and feelings. love this gem for breaking me into bits!
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 18, 2007 2:15:10 GMT -6
absence of hope
has consumed me,
it is the only reflection
I see in the broken mirror, which
brings a vague cold warmth
too my heart,
simmering flames of anger lurk
hidden inside the tips of my fingers
and I am wondering
if I were to strike out,
would I bleed,
or merely feel the numbing release
of emotions
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Post by anirbas on Feb 18, 2007 17:15:52 GMT -6
yet another, wonderously woven of the dark threads Soufiric offering... "simmering flames of anger lurk hidden inside the tips of my fingers and I am wondering if I were to strike out, would I bleed, or merely feel the numbing release of emotions" ~Soul. ...got more?  Nir. |
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Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 18, 2007 17:22:02 GMT -6
Oh, I know of these things tooooooooooo well.
Excellent write, hon, the penmanship, the entire piece, EXCELLENT!
Lauren
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 19, 2007 16:54:53 GMT -6
emotions cutting through my veins
a knife, rigid yet flexible
deeply intruding my thoughts
staring into a strangers reflection,
the mirror fractures open
a spider web caught in a suspended breeze
fingers run the outline
disecting the real and make believe
sinking into open wounds
which bleed
death fills the air with dank stench
cold clammy forboding wraps itself
tight,
tighter
against the heart, mind
and soul
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Post by dawness on Feb 20, 2007 7:49:48 GMT -6
grieve not for me in the light
of fine night
i have prepared a banquet of
thorns, mourns and deep forlorn,
not the breeze, not the chirp, not the lyre
can sing my faint breath's
hidden pang
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Feb 22, 2007 8:25:05 GMT -6
What we wish was an illusion always seems to become reality. Let me walk back through the looking glass please. Great write Soul! ~ BNM
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Post by vixen on Feb 23, 2007 10:35:11 GMT -6
Soul tearing piece. Its sad that many of us have been there... done that. Bless you sweetie. Vixen
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Nir.
