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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 15, 2006 7:59:33 GMT -6
I'm so tired of crying,
that even the earth beckons no more
of the rivers that run from deep
from within my soul
I ache, from the uneasy slumber
that I have lapsed into
between the slow turning of lunar
that only his shadow, plays a silent harmony
My mind, is weary
but, that does not stop it from
the constant sway of imagination
where it lingers, amongst dappled light of sun
I'm so tired of crying
the cause.. no longer a beginning or an end
simply - just is..
motions in the breeze, lapping at leaves gentle edges
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Post by dawness on Oct 16, 2006 9:31:42 GMT -6
mind too limp to even
squeeze the lemon in my eyes
and sadness knows the
crown of thorns nestled on my head,
it's time to dry this valley of calvary.
the sun surrounds me with new light,
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 19, 2006 4:37:08 GMT -6
Tears ran without conscious thought
until, only the strength of remaining
awake, long enough to touch
and wonder, of the wetness upon my cheek
gave me a sigh of relief..
that perhaps, today will be better than yesterday
and tomorrow, better still
When the soul, so tired of hurting
and so anguised with guilt of another's angry words
and accusations, has sliced deeply
eternally, inside of myself..
that I no longer recognise, nor care..
who I have been.. let alone, who I may become
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Post by dawness on Oct 19, 2006 5:27:31 GMT -6
but all in darkness of this fainting night
snatched by twigs of scorned memories
i do not wander into sleep,
there must be a star
behind my mind's eyes.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 2:53:04 GMT -6
thank you for your beautiful input, Dawness.
x Soul
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 23, 2006 21:56:56 GMT -6
there's this ache inside of me
that keeps me awake,
many a night -
when the tears, which run free
are my only mercy
or any kind of release
- why, can't you let go, of me ? -
the bruises you inflicted,
are still very much there
and if I listen quietly,
it's your footsteps
I still hear
- was, this all apart of the life you promised ? -
as I whisper to myself
and keep at bay,
the shadow demons
the wind whispers back
and billows the curtains
- what, was the point of all those roses ? -
there's this ache inside of me
that keeps me awake,
many a night -
when the tears,
which run free
hidden under the
safety of darkness
..only when I know
you can't see,
do I dare
breathe..
- I'm so tired of this, let me be free - |
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