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Conversation with the spirits

I'm bathed in dawn light now.
Resting, not sleeping, in a cold bed
Waiting for the end of another day already.
And simply passing time.
Not living.
Not even alive.
Just waiting.Wilting slowly.


Can you remember a time when this smile was real?
That willful abandonment of self preservation
The tiny 15 year old who didn't know
And didn't care.
The world felt so beautiful, like nothing
Could ever touch.
Photographs. Meaningful emotion. Memories.
One eternal summer.
The place Heaven will return me to.

I'll settle for existence now.
Living is just always out of reach.
And why should I ask for more?
Living hurts too much. I want to keep the rest
of my Soul in tact.
I can't ask more of you.
Not anymore.
Never, ever, the same person.
Dead and buried.
Eternally missed.


Beautiful release in the dark at night
On top of that hill looking down
And wondering what is everyone Else's life like.
Simple things - washing. eating. making love.
Thousands of people.
Billions.
And just us, so untouchable, so close to the sky
I can reach it.
All the emotion just would not seep in.
Its like there's something in there,
blocking it.
I felt it at the time,
So alive- for once!
So loved.
But it just won't stay inside.

Its still one of the best moments of my life.
Can we go again?
I want to feel that forever.


And how can I stay there
Looking at that perfection.
There's just too much beauty to bear
When I find myself so ugly.


A pathetic little wretch who hides from the dark.
And can't look in the mirror.
That face just isn't mine.
Just a bitch - It looks like I don't care
But i do - oh God, I do.
Just no longer feel important.


Laid out under a sickened sky,
A blanket of mildewed stars to cover me
With an unsupressable shame.

No one can think worse of me
Than I do of myself.

It’s lonely here,
And cold.
Please close the window, draw the curtains,
And come back to bed.
I’m almost frightened by the light as much as the dark
Darkness hides my skin, and my tear stained face.
There is no hiding from the light.
Straining my eyes,
And blinking into a twisted haze of surrender.

Nothing can save you,
Because no one can seep inside and push it all out


Now lay me to rest.
And lets have no more of this nonsense.

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Written June 1st, 2006

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  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    September 13, 2006
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    Brilliant writing

    This is exceptional writing. Very very good indeed. It is powerful and each word and sentence is not wasted. Well done.


  • legendd
    July 24, 2006
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    if i could applaud 50x i would

    Photographs. Meaningful emotion. Memories.
    One eternal summer.
    =(...
    i loveeeeeeeee this....
    i love this..
    i love tis.


  • Endeavor gold member
    June 12, 2006
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    Just reading again


  • pink-roses gold member
    June 6, 2006
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    thankyou so so much. that really means a lot to me


  • lindarnoian
    June 5, 2006
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    this is once again just beautiful poetry, so emotional and powerful. i must restate that you are a beautiful girl. and now its time to add you to my favorites.


  • AceOSpades
    June 4, 2006
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    "Living is always just out of reach".... MMMM! I don't normally go for freeverse poems from a technical standpoint.... but how can you not here.... There are so many lines that are absolutely KILLER... and not only get acrosse exactly what you want to get across, but in a clever and relatable way...

    Loved it.

  • pink-roses gold member
    June 2, 2006
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    about what?

  • Endeavor gold member
    June 2, 2006
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    Just reading and thinking


  • pink-roses gold member
    June 2, 2006
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    make me blush, why dont u? coming from you, that is such an honour. thankyou so much, for everything.


  • Jaded Lily gold member
    June 2, 2006
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    Precious Pink,

    What can I say to you that I've not already said? Ah, I know!
    No, I said that. This write has left me in such a state that for once, I truly don't know what to say other than the following two Exclamations:

    " BRAVA!!"

    "BOOKMARKED!!

    Blessings,
    Lily
    Well done, Poet. As you know, you've been on my favorites since the first piece of yours I was honored to read. I'm never disappointed. ♥


  • Glenda L Hand
    June 1, 2006
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    This seems like a very emotional write and I am always reluctant to comment on them. But I will see what I can do, hate to use your featured points without a comment.

    The opening stanza is very open, reader is not yet sure what is going on.

    Stanza two: This takes us back in time I think, but I guess you could be 15 now. Oh for the belief in "One eternal summer."
    Is that what you see of heaven? "The place Heaven will return me to."

    Oh I do know this feeling:
    I'll settle for existence now.
    Living is just always out of reach.
    And why should I ask for more?
    Living hurts too much. I want to keep the rest
    of my Soul in tact.
    I can't ask more of you.
    Not anymore.
    Never, ever, the same person.
    Dead and buried.
    Eternally missed.
    Just remember everything passes eventually even pain.


    This is so sad:
    "A pathetic little wretch who hides from the dark.
    And can't look in the mirror.
    That face just isn't mine.
    Just a bunny - It looks like I don't care
    But i do - oh God, I do.
    Just no longer feel important."
    such a great paradox here.

    Quite an image here:
    "Laid out under a sickened sky,
    A blanket of mildewed stars to cover me
    With an unsupressable shame. " understood best with the shame referenece.

    Ouch: "No one can think worse of me, Than I do of myself."

    And i love this ending line. For some reason I can see a crappy old lady saying this. "Now lay me to rest.And lets have no more of this nonsense." just excellent ending!!
    Glenda


  • pink-roses gold member
    June 1, 2006
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    the poem is most definately abotu myself. sometimes its good to get things out.


  • Endeavor gold member
    June 1, 2006
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    Excellent

    Disterbingly beautifull, such a shamefull self appraisel.

    I wonder just as a reader, is it you, or the world, or just words you are crafting into a poem?

    No one can think worse of me
    Than I do of myself.

    The writing is very dark and depressing, and very well done.


  • SpiritMother
    June 1, 2006
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    Such an emotional poem, ranging the full gamet of darkness, sadness and hopelessness..yet at the same time bringing a light of expectancy to it. A little candle at the end of a long dark tunnel. Keep it burning, for it will shine brighter as time goes by. A wonderful read.

  • -dewdrop-
    June 1, 2006
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    lol - that comment took me so long to write that I got a 'welcome back when I added it! hehe!

  • -dewdrop-
    June 1, 2006
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    Hey han! I can tell already this is going to be a really unstructured comment, because there's so much I could write. I think I'll do it in order:

    The line 'Living is just always out of reach' I thought was wonderful, it just stood out to me for some reason. It reminded me of your other poem about being in limbo - kind of a similar theme being stuck somewhere between life and death.

    Then in the lines:
    'I want to keep the rest
    of my Soul in tact' - intact should be one word (see I told you it wasn't going to be structured - straight from what I liked to a typo!)

    And now back to what I like, nay LOVE:
    'On top of that hill looking down
    And wondering what is everyone Else's life like.
    Simple things - washing. eating. making love' - I always think it's amazing, and a little bit overwhelming, to think about everyone else in the world and what they're doing or feeling right now. Even just overlooking a single town at night (thanks to CCF) it's amazing to think of everyone - especially the 'simple things' like you mention here. And I love the way you ended with making love, as though you think it might be a completely different experience in someone else's life.

    'Laid out under a sickened sky,
    A blanket of mildewed stars to cover me
    With an unsupressable shame' - I thought the imagery in these lines was fantastic!

    'And how can I stay there
    Looking at that perfection.
    There's just too much beauty to bear
    When I find myself so ugly' - again, amazing! The idea of the beauty of the world making you feel so small, inadequate. This might be completely irrelevant to this particular poem, but the one time I felt that there was 'too much beauty to bear' was when I was in Thailand. I wanted to drink in the world, etch the scene on my brain so I would never ever forget even the tiniest detail, but I knew I couldn't do that, so I almost didn't want to see it if I couldn't capture it somehow - and my camera did not do it justice.

    Finally, the last line I thought was the best ending I could have imagined for this poem. I'd applaud many many times if I could!
    Love you lots
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


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