by Jesse House
Monday, March 10, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A rather abstract poem, once again.
A heart as black as night becomes
The burning soul, the only one
To lift away, to float away
And set the burning free
The matches flaring bright as day
And burning down, they fade away
Into the dust, they turn to dust
And happiness will cease
The sparking feelings all aglow
Are lighting candles down below
The view of man, the viewer can
Accept the fate or bleed
The lives we live are few and far
And all we ever get are scars
For what we're worth, for all we're worth
All we can do is scream
The voices that are choral seem
To mix and flow, now inbetween
Can undermine the truth
The turning tables, made of glass
Are fracturing into the past
Of what we were, forget we were
Those people haunting you
But unconnected words and thoughts
May have a common heart that brought
Together all, to weather all
The critics and adieus
So dig in deeper into what
You seem to think you know of, but
Forget me not, forget us not
I'll never forget you
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|Reviewed by Bella Smith
|You had a lot of passion in your poem. It's so easy to tell. Remarkable skills you have.
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|The timing in this is really good, the repitition adding to that, and it has all these nuggets of wisdom laced through it- it was a pleasure to read.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Well said, beautiful and very inspirational....
Be always safe,