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Thread for your weeping heart..The Great Poetry Thread
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05/19/2012 09:26 PM
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I pour out tears.
I drown in my memories
I let it burn my damaged heart
I float past twilight lands
Plunge into my mind dark network.
Afar off, I consider myself
What I was, and what I am now
I seem to be a verb
Constantly on the move
My memories shape me
Former life as a shadow passes.
Scars of life will help you to get through, they say
I have scars
But I'm looking this moment, present
I will let just past follow me.
And I do not look over the the open sea
Future is black as the polar night
And I'm on my way.
Touch of faith
It's just a moment of eternity
when you touch the hand of fate
You did not feel the touch
You knew only its proximity
When it finally touched you
you felt the bony fingers
running along the body
Fragmented emotions joy playing.
That fate was living in you
it would peek from time to time
it tried to take over your vulnerable body
it applied for the opportunity to lead you astray
You did not let it distract you.
You were too starry-eyed.
It bony fingers wrapped around you
Icing eyes drilled onto your Eyes
You were helpless in bondage
Your world was shut
shut in shade.
It blinded you.
you followed it like a shepherd
wherever it went to
you never questioned its power
Because you thought that it is all that you are
And what you are not.
It hypnotized with illusion your sensitive mind
It knew how to grab your heart
and whisper promises null and void
in the illusion in its handcuffs
you believed its promises
You felt betrayed time and time again
Still you managed to believe
wish for better time
it never achieved
Flame of life
My hand feel's touch of moon
my shadows hides in dark
Moonlight violates the shadow
violating of the shadow of my soul
scattered pieces I only have in my hands
in the shadows I do not need to walk anymore.
I felt the morning dew radiant nourishes of my body
dew runs along the hair on the cheeks
gradually fall in the chest.
I'm intact, I'm unbreakable
I have gathered up pieces of my puzzle
Fear do not follow me, not a shadow
I walk the road fearless
Only moonbeams with me.
Intrepid explorer man is scared
scared to walk the rough path
Sweat droplets runs along the cheeks.
I can carry on, I have to
It is an endless ,timeless path
It fights back, it doesn't like you
it attacks like vulcano
So run in the middle of the attack
Face the fear
You've already won.
I face it
No longer fear follow me like a shadow
No longer fear stops me seeing.
The beauty I see with new eyes.
I see the beauty which stems from quiet old-growht forest.
I see the beauty which comes from your non-verbal eyes.
Flame burns, but it is dying
We are here just for a moment
The flame just burns a moment
Remember my friend
the flame is lit dimly
The flame of life, the feeling of love.
Last Edited by Sabali on 05/19/2012 09:27 PM
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