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Nothings a given
shattered by the violence in your darkly silent eyes
swallowed that bitterly taste of disappointment
and then some.
smashed my heart on salt rocks
wrung out of emotion just short of numb
No doubt the way I want to go
I'm not facing the same direction
insurrection was my only hope for destruction
stood up and took the beating
clawed my way through ill logic
hung in for that toe to toe pound
made the bed and lay in it
tore the sheets looking for love
and still your heart could not be found.
"Tore the sheets looking for
"Tore the sheets looking for love." That's such a great line. It just resonates.
ssmoothie
ssmoothie...you really are one of my favorite poets on this site. your writing is intense with emotion, full of imagery, flares with your personality, and you never hold back...you give it your all and it's no wonder you're a published poetess. life may not be easy or easy to express, but in your poetry it make it look/sound effortlessly and can't help, but marvel in such talent.
The feeling put into this is
The feeling put into this is almost tangible. I really like this. Keep up the good work!
@terminally_infinite
Thank you
Thank you terminally_infinite, that's nice of you to say
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."
This is an awesome write,
This is an awesome write, Ssmoothest.
... (It captures the disappointment soooo well. but for real...nothing is ever wasted..).
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes I suppose you're right
Yes I suppose you're right nightlight it's a process a beam of light we ride on after every dexcision we make, but what of time? Is that not ever wasted? I ponder... Hugs ;)
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."
We created time, and we say
We created time, and we say we waste it, but really I do think more that "time doth waste us".
......
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "