Lost
Tangled in the circular web
Of misdirection
And internal lies
Facing blackened signposts
At every corner
Of the blighted crossroads
Hope dies
With the setting sun
Resurrected
By the glow of dawn
Accursed solitude
Reawakens silenced thoughts,
Unbidden dreams
Who was I to hope?
Who was I to dare to dream?
Fate has ordained
An eternal,
Inescapable game of solitaire
He meant nothing.
He was nothing.
His loss is nothing.
I am nothing.
Salvation was mine.
I thought I was saved.
Right there, right then
Twirling in his arms,
Seeing promises
In every look
I cast aside the pen –
No need for its comforts
Now back I crawl
Back I cry
Back I return
To revel in the comforts
Of my sweet, poetic misery
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Written March 25th, 2006
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This poem was truly sad, but very lovely. It gave off such a strong emotion of being lost, helpless...let me just say, it was really powerful.
Also, it was structured very well, it seemed every line was in a perfect place for the best result. Well done. -
Oh my...Kyla, this tore my heart out, dear girl! The power, and emotion in your well chosen words is astounding. I, too, have been gone for quite a bit. Going through my own "hell" so to speak. I can so relate to every word you've masterfully penned here. Your talent always blows me away. As always, it's perfection, despite the doleful content. Love the structure, as it carries us right along, allowing us to experience every wrentching word. Makes me want to reach through this puter and hug the stuffin outta ya! One thing...though it's perfectly penned, I trust you know that your are NOT nothing to me, sweetie! Love you lots dear girl. Miss ya tons. Laugh a little today! Much love, and big hugs to you!
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Hey stranger, Im on the outs with the affairs of your life as Im trying to regain my poetic legs as well, but Ill say that this guy lost dearly. I love my wife and kids with every fiber of my being, but you know how it is with all of us so-called poets (that was directed more at me
), We all seem to fall in "poetic-love" with each other, because we all understand to some degree what its like to feel life and then write movies about it. The reasoning for my babble is that I hate to see my friends here go through this, we share the deepest realms of personal thought with each other and in ways grow attatched, even through endless miles and moniters and keyboards, virtual reality coffee-shop AP land where we always get the comfortable chair. I love ya turkey and hope that life agrees with you again soon.
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Thanks, hun... A boy broke my heart. I hate boys. I haven't really been able to write since I met him, and nothing has changed.
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o my...i have never read such remorse in your poetry. never so much pain...your usually optimistic...something must have really happened to bring this out of you. your feelings are so pure sounding like they pinpoint exactly what you are unlike what most people do with cliches and everything. so hopeless in the end...its depresssing. sorry i havnt kept up with you in a really long time but is everything all right? i really do hope all is well and your next write is a bit more pleasent. always keep writing! *kat~~~
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I'm glad to hear you're doing better... Take care! It was really scary to hear about your accident. I'm trying to remember to drive more safely now, since I am guilty of slight impatience at times...
Keep me posted, OK?
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Kyla -
Another huge for you.
We're recovering very well thanks... those that had stitches have had them removed, and the cuts and bruises have almost healed. I still have some pain in my neck and shoulders from time to time, but I'm sure it'll pass soon. Thanks for caring.
Keep well. -
Thanks, Leonora... I'm sorry to say it's 100% true. Goodness only knows if it's over or not... I don't even care anymore what happens. I just wish we'd never met. He has so thoroughly confused me... He had multiple people thinking we were a couple. Is that sad or what?
Thank you so much for neverending support, Leonora! How are you and your family recovering?
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Ahh, this I think ripped my heart from my chest, and forced me to watch its fading beats. This was diplomatic, and strong... but for some, the pen is life... and even in the best of times, one must excersize and enlighten. I loved this, my friend.
I hope that life can give you everything you desire, and everything you deserve. Hopefully, though, you'll always pen on.
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This is such a sad, but still lovely poem. Well done on expressing yourself so beautifully, dear girl. If this is true for you, I give you the biggest possible hug, and say I'm sorry it had to end this way.
Keep well, pretty lady.
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