I thought
I thought I caught some light in my palms
It was just the dark glowing, playing with my heart
It was just a piece of a silent story spreading its untold mourning
It was just the mind grasping for the cunning hope and the music stifling all the reasonable thoughts
It was just me falling, unclosing all the doors to what I couldn’t keep behind.
I thought I got to fight the unfightable and laugh against the odds
I got just the evening light carving an imaginary path
I got just the thunder deafening the skies, throwing seconds in the running clouds
I got just the rain pouring underneath my skin and flooding all the words I haven’t told still
I got just the foulness of juvenile prides and the obstinacy that holds a vile game inside.
I thought I’ll lavish all the silence that sprawls in our grain of time
That I’ll rive the night when hoaxing credulous eyes
That I’ll stop the gale from whirling the echo of a solitary tale
That I’ll keep the nothingness from taking hold of us
That I’ll get to play a part.
marvelous
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At places it reflects me! Great! Have a peaceful Sunday.
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Reblogged this on Jin Okubo and commented:
Darkness
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I love this…
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I thought reality is concrete where my thoughts are real.
I got the illusion of reality and everything appears a dream.
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That was wonderful!
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WOW wow wow–the phrasing and imagery in this is so fine.
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brilliant, thanks for sharing!
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Felt so identified…lovely
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[…] I thought. […]
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From a Published Poet Who has been writing for 35 years:
I hope you don’t mind me saying this:
YOU. HAVE. THE. GIFT. (maybe u already Know this)
You Are AMAZING!!!
This poem is in my top 3 since I started my blog.
The line: ‘throwing seconds in the running clouds’ is up there with the Greats, in all honesty. 🙂
You are not a teen, so you prob don’t need any friendly tips, but, in case you find this helpful:
‘First Thought. Best Thought.’
bcuz 1st Thought IS the ‘SURE SHOT’.
And, as per T.S. Elliot:: writing exercises are for when you are blocked, or for ‘practice’, like playing scales on a piano.
This strengthens and aligns ‘The Vehicle’, so that when Bona Fide Inspiration Strikes like Lightning, The Vehicle is Perfected to Receive ‘The Transmission’.
Thank You for Blowing Me Away and MAKING My Day!!! >3xo
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That’s basically my life…lol. XD 🙂
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Loved this!
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Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
Here’s another poem I couldn’t help but to reblog. Great work Oana Stefanita!
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I reflect in the places that beckon too , away from of even slip thru unnoticed while alone of in a crowd ……
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This is amazing!!!!!
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Lovely, but so sad…is it too late?
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so good
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reflective poetry, love it
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Hi friends, good piece of writing and good urging commented here, I am actually enjoying by these.
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