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isolation thirst
written by desired_depressed12:18 PM 12/16/04alone in the far corner
of a world of dreams
i listen to the plaintive whisper
of sweet memories with wings
clipped with time fluttering
a sedate,soothing rythm
through this cool flesh sliding
so namelessly familiar over
this landscape of loose
translation.he kisses me,
slowly florces himself through me
my trebling assembles a tacit myth
this is of signicance
we move in lasting time
resisting, a sense od desperate secrecy
then somewhere far below us,
the strangers,the rest of them
begin to stir.i need not ask
he stay until i forget
and we are laughing--
the day has come too soon
and we are sobbing
this is a stranger clutch,
so little time to learn so much--
as if no other night could bring
such a futile,fleeting touch,and because he signs
and because he signs
as be come my pain--
i must steal the might again |
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IM meeh and ask meeh it's to much to write
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (2-7-2005 - 08:26 AM)
| Once I got past the typos, I found a glimmer of hope within this poem. But it's not a villanelle. |
by next_heaven (3-14-2005 - 09:12 PM)
| good poem, bad spelling though |
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