January 10, 2015

Hell

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Looking for my words behind a silenced world
Groping for my sight in the darkest place of my own mind
Dreaming of lost times hidden in every cell of my inside
Weaving an impossible story imprinted in my fugitive folly
Grabbing the sun that breaks the letters on my page
Wiping disappointments after a cold rain
Waiting, hoping until the nothingness clogged me.

Writing wishes on the clouds
Palming days that were the object of my raves
Putting the night on my shoulders to ease an imaginary burden
Gossiping you with the angels and complaining of your misbehavior
Trying to invade your stillness with a broken halloo
Whispering a song for the air to dance along
Troubling, exhausting myself with your image as my hell.

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  1. delightful!!!!

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  2. This poem is beautiful despite its darkness … because of its darkness.

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  3. Reblogged this on My Monsters and Me and commented:
    Beautiful Words

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  4. Very much my definition of Hell… beautiful…

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  5. That’s a very great poem 🙂

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  6. “Like” is woefully inadequite.

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  7. Tactile words , brought me right there

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  8. this is amazing. Well said, I agree with it and it is so well writen

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  9. I pictured your words come to life that what I enjoyed about your poem as well good job

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  10. Very nice one!

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  11. Bravo!!! Well done 🙂

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  12. Great work, full of beautifully dark images and expressions, projecting the level of feeling and pulling the reader into these thought patterns, inability to communicate and resulting frustration. I particularly liked ‘imprinted in my fugitive folly’. and the final honesty of ‘exhausting myself with your image’. We can build people up until they become just images, projections of ideas and wishes. Great piece, looking forward to reading more of your work. 🙂

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  13. great talent, enjoyed reading this.

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