I live with each breath of your scent
Each smile a distant flicker of my heart
You walk in the shadows of my dreams
Caressing the lines of my soul,
Knowing the pain I encounter
Pain you yourself deliver
Words, phrases, promises, lies, deceits
All from your lips, lips I crave to taste once again
Fingertips invade my skin, exploring the lines of my face,
With each touch a growing sensation.
Why do I crave you so,
When all I know of you is pain?
-Is it that we hang on to most,
What God himself is trying to take away? –
Questions unanswered
A microscopic tear rests on my cheek
Inside is the world of us,
My love?
My hate?
Questions these are, but what is not is that you are the star
What of you do I love?
Love, is that what I feel?
Every detail of you is stained black
Your soul consists of the devils playground
Why would I continue to know, love?
Such destruction?
Lust, ah yes
Your body, a temple in my eyes
All of which I could not love… only yearn for
A craving so deep I’m infected
Your words form a game
You hold A’s against my losing hand.
Tracking across my heart
Each step sinking deeper,
Your shoes stained red with blood.
Notice? No of course you don’t
Each game, each hand
Becomes your reality
You know nothing of yourself
But only of the game you play.
I know not of what you speak,
Words of empty significance
But grow to loath you so!
Only…
I’m left behind as you race ahead,
Dust rising in my face.
I stagger in defeat,
Falling on broken promises.
Your promises are what catch me,
The promises you left to rot.
But as it is…
Your game,
Your words,
Your strategy,
You WIN.
Author notes
Written December 17th, 2005
A contest entry
- love of any kind by Living-Out-Loud.
300 points, ended December 22, 2005, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Full of Embrace
This is a very amorous and heartbreaking poem you wrote. I can feel your sweet pain and loyal passion that you have desired into words. I also loved the flow of the poem, the words and the theme itself was breath-taking. I love it.
Live on and live again. Cya later
-Kenny -
i love the differeny spaces you put in your work it really stands out and i love the way your free verse just puls the reader in great job good luck-deep
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Yet in winning they loose. When they play a game with love they lessen the feeling and then they are unable to feel it anymore. When they can no longer give love, they can't appreciate it either. Therefore they lose. You on the other hand can again find love. Who looses and who wins? The Shaker



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