VIII.
I remember leaning forward
To dry the mirror of the steam, when the feeling of
Coming too close made me back away. I stood back looking
At the spots on the reflecting glass. The hot water
Infesting my skin, attempting to drown my sorrows in singing the blues.
Eyes wide open and reflecting glass full of the emptiness I tried wiping clean.
I never sang in the shower again. Growing old with the fear of
remembering.
Childish dreams. I slept through a few
Of marrying a fellow student. Later he got married to
His fellow student. Now dreams are no longer cute
But longing, and hoarse with screaming my mistakes and faded chances.
They run from my fingertips, pleading for the life I took
When I stopped the bloodflow to my heart.
I’ve seen you before. In those dreams I shook off in my sleep.
I sat in a safe position on the roof so I
Don’t fall. It wouldn’t matter anyway. The view is larger but
Nothing came around that astounded and refreshed my thinking.
Maybe I spend too much time expecting Life
To show me what is missing and left behind.
I wait, waiting for whatever there is to wait for.
I climb down and break down and fall down wondering why I can’t see
anything anymore.
Once I stayed up all night, wondering why the
Minutes haven’t been breathing. Have they been murdered by
Everyone turning cold? They were deafened by the lies we
Told ourselves and stopped moving. I stared at the clock
Hoping to redeem the time that has been lost but they
Stared at us as well, waiting for us to do something about it.
I never really understood you. I had known your hands, and known your
reasons.
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Written August 3rd, 2005
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Jenn, I missed your exit! Seems I've been meandering down dangerous, empty streets, and hadn't the sight to see.
This is wonderfully sad. Beautiful. And emptiness epitomized. I will follow through the rest of your exit lines, perhaps travelling over to Deviantart to see where you're headed.
Again, great job.
jen.
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Thank you for reading these. I have one or two more to go as well *sigh*
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Absolutely Marvelous.
Once again, I am astounded. You convey your emotions clearly and with great wording. Everything flows together very well. I'll definately have to read the previous chapters of this series. Very good read.
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Yeah, I guess when the reader doesn't know the situations are whatever it can be a bit 'dark', as in no light to shine on the subject. Thanks anyway
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Good writes that flow out of the heart tend to become things we'd never think they could be. Although I found this somewhat confusing, I really liked it. I think there was a certain charm to it, just like your writing usually does. Awesome!
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Thanks mah dear! That tiz my fave too . *sigh* only one more poem left of these series...hehe
Yours truly. -
Loved the whole last part about the Minutes ceasing to breathe. Personification has such a mysterious power to it. It's interesting the way things and emotions come from no where and from nothing when you expect them the least.
Well done.
xoxo jen
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