Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by The_Discarded, Feb 3, 2008.

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  1. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    What kind of deity
    would venture to make
    contact so vital and
    us each so lone?

    Death is wistful longing.
    As such, death's been
    a frequenter of my welcome mat

    A letter's finish
    A final glance
    The light's withdrawal
    into stars' take-over

    And knowing that,
    in all of time,
    I'll still be only
    half a soul

    "Other half" my ass.

    80 proof smears my thoughts
    like wet and recent ink
    But beneath it stirs a compromise

    Fully aware of myself;
    all else has melted
    into the walls,
    which sway like island trees

    On prayer's knees
    I plead:
    at least send me a bandaid
    to connect left-side to right

    Negated; so Bleed
    Many prospects, but none mend
    It's so much lonelier in my head
    I guess the gap remains.

    I guess
    one can't scour
    a wordsearch forever--
    the 26 letters
    don't change.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    nice poem:smile:
  3. danni

    danni Chat Buddy

    :hug: rae
  4. wallflower

    wallflower Well-Known Member

    I loved your poem. It is very inspirational~
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