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Refrain

Refrain




I asked me
The questions
And came up empty handed
With this moment
Flows a face
Measured by deep intuition
Transcending union
Luck of cast off might-have-been
Beyond the surface,
In mutual fascination
Excitement, enticement
As I expire
Weary eyelids droop of what and why
With a purpose we are lost in time
In this birth of the constant pounding rain
I
Am conquered
Succumbing to win
Talking and invisible
Pondering of Nye
Devoured by the draw is who wants to be seen
These words stuck on my tongue
In this birth of awareness sent crashing
By a million touches of pain
The pristine whiteness
Sweeps us off our feet
Might-have-been
Sunset
Might-have-been
Flows
Blank pages
Thoughts uncomposed
To each reeling emotion 's given sense
Of emptiness
Stunk with no sense
What
Disaster would you choose
If there was a choice
Lonely solo's
Muted
Silent thoughts
Measured by inches fallen as daylight goes
Shadowed by failure
The darkness
Has scattered essence
Short staccato steps
Echoing in our mind
The constant pounding of love's heat
Stuck in our throats
The clock ticks away by the rain
Refrain


Steven Mels

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Written May 8th, 2006

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  • Heartofacircle
    May 12, 2006
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    this was a very good write, but yes it is a tad sad like goodolenad said, but at the end was neat because when its all done you read it again and again, thanks for sharing, keep up the awesome poetry


  • Goodolenad
    May 9, 2006
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    it is a tad bit on the sad side, but you make evn sorrow so much more beautiful. this is a great piece, but that's a given, considering the fact that you wrote it and all.


  • Nina Gotti 2008
    May 9, 2006
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    Nice, this was/is a very nice poem i loved and enjoyed reading it, thanks for sharring it with us hope to read some more by you.................Nina Gotti.............


  • bigpapa
    May 9, 2006
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    There are some pieces that you get...then there are some that you feel. I felt this one. Well done.


  • midge duckie
    May 9, 2006
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    this is an awesome write i love it tho sad and makes me want to cry it is really good and you shold keep up the good work and keep writing and dont forget to smile bc there are ppl that do love and care for you


  • Tawni Risley silver member
    May 9, 2006
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    Brilliant

    Very nice, and very deep.

    Steven, ever since I've known you, your poetry has truelly touched me. It's always been filled with love and joy, now, it seems to have love, but different type of love...a sad love, and you don't know how much I just want to help you. Pops, I've grown to love you like you were my real family, and it hurts to see you upset...try, pops, to smile. Even if you are, your poetry seems to not show it.

    Cheer up pops, your smile is gorgeous.

    Tawni


  • James L Williams
    May 9, 2006
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    very good read

    Very well written. Your work is always very good. I think that this is a very good read. Keep up the good work


  • AngelicMistress gold member
    May 8, 2006
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    GREAT JOB!!!!!


    Steven:
    Son, this is truly a sad piece, yet, very well written and with a word play that is awesome..... The message is clear as is the imagery.....
    I thank you for sharing your words and thoughts with me on this site.....
    Be blessed with love and light,
    With Love Always,
    MoM


  • neverontime
    May 8, 2006
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  • Jeremy0826 silver member
    May 8, 2006
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    What a great write Steven. I reallu enjoyed this one. Well done and thanks for sharing it.

    Allen0826


  • grannyeri gold member
    May 8, 2006
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    Another sad poem - one of lost opportunity or love, that keeps replaying over and over again, no matter what. Think you mean The in the fourth last line.

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