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Hell, Pleasant Unforgetting
Gone forth upon a twilight night.
Middle December, the snow; MIA.
How does she sing?
Why doesn't she cry?
Frigid forces aloft in Jack Frost's might.
Yet, hes nowhere in sight.
Perhap around the corner.
Tomorrow's bosom of blanketed snow,
Cast sorrow unto, safe souls wonder.
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The chasm in ghostly souls shell,
created by loves fingernails.
Get me off this carnival ride.
Proclaim me a seat.
In dreamland I slumber,
Yet waking just to dream.
Lucid velvet fantasy.
they are just words...
Enchanting
Fleeting
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My heart is breaking.
Its the only thing,
from turning me
into a monster
Empathy...
This songbird is dying
I can't sing anymore
I will not make a peep
Please close the door.
Sinking starlit eyes-
wandering.
Into the abyss,
of silence....
Thank you much
For the kind compliments. Writing from a state of great happiness seems so much harder then to write in a state great saddness. I wonder why sometimes. For me anyways, personally.
Has soulful sad as needed
A perfect companiment tuit suit! HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Ugh
...is a great word full of emoting. Like picking thorns from the finger, has to be done. Ugh. Poem 4 me captures expectation and loss in layers. A fine expression of innui. - Worthy. - :D Stella