There's a song dripping through the chords
of a memory haunting my soul
where pieces of me shatter and fall to oblivion
before being lifted up
Those pieces were stained by lifeblood
of those who fit the shards back together,
and a part of them all is forever a part of me
Even though some shards have been poisoned
and may never be the same again
I cherish each and every glittering form,
as dangerous as they are; they tear me apart
But I was always a glutton, and I hold them tightly
while erubescent liquid drips down from my pallid fingers
Nothing means more to me than those shards
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You are one of those shards, and you know who you are.
Because I poisoned you today.
Written May 19th, 2006
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Well, I'n glad you could thoroughly enjoy this poem. There are many others I have written with much more in depth metaphors, but you really hit the nail on the head, if you read it five times. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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This was a wonderful poem. I truly loved the imagery that you used. Although the shards were meant to be a parallel to the real feelings behind the poem, as you were describing the shards, i could almost picture them in my mind. I also thought that this was a powerful parallel that you used- it ingrained a picture in my mind and it perfectly fit the meaning that you created for it. This definitely wasn't light reading, something that I could easily skim over and just understand like that while listening to loud, blasting music. I read this poem over five times and each time, I discovered more meaning to your poem. It is amazing how you manage to encompass so much into a few concise words.
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Lmfao...yeah...the past is past...but just know things are a lot better than they were, so it doesn't really matter. X3 ♥
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I adore your metaphors, darling. They're always so beautiful, and deep, and I get them, which makes me feel uberly smart.
Now, I don't know the full story behind this, but I don't think I want to know.
Whatever happened is in the past, and that's all that matters. Chyaaaaa'.
And.. UHHH'... yeah. I would say a lot more, but my brain is still... dead from writing all those papers. x x;;
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If anything makes me beautiful...it's the unconditional love and loyalty I have for my friends. Thank you for your comment.
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thorn, you are beautiful and based on some of the comments that i read above, you have the right idea. i hope you can spend more time on that rather than negativity upon yourself.
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Thank you.
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Your poem is about hope and promise to me. We are all the pieces of our life. The good, the bad, it all makes us what we are, special in our own way. I really liked the way you said this! Great write!
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This is beautiful. I love the imagry of the whole thing, and the beautiful metaphor of friends. ^_^
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It's up to you whether you let it or not...
I'm sorry. You don't suck at being a friend...and you keep secrets from me too. We all make mistakes, and we'll both hrt each other in the future. There's no way to escape that...
What matters is not letting the shards stain with poison. -
poetic.
Hm. I hope I don't get hurt again...I suck at being a friend. I'm too sensitive when it comes to secrets kept from me...
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I'm glad I told you too. ._. I suck at secrets.
I love you. I loveloveloveLOVE you!
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You're so precious to me...and I hate that I hurt you. I hate hurting you any day it happens. But this was the worst yet.
I just hope the poison won't stain... -
...I...
...suck up.
Once again, your imagery's beautiful and you write so perfectly.
Believe it or not, I'm glad you told me.
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