Once there was a time I could dream a dream so grandiose,
A cathedral would not hold its breath,
Coliseum’s roaring crowds,
Anguish oceans breadth,
I once did shed a tear, followed by one before I always wept,
Filling oceans ever deeper,
My daydreams drowned were kept,
Swimming in an ocean,
Deeper than breathless knows,
Daydreamed tear dropped keepsakes,
Forever’s depth below,
On this dearth of warm dry land,
Of skies so blue you wish for grey,
Wandering ever after,
Perpetual teardropless decay,
Me and all the empty air,
Passing tinker time,
Alone in empty open space,
Waiting for the bell toll’s chime,
Wish I may and had I might,
Slept alone night after night,
Destiny has named my fate,
I have no passion love or hate,
To write a pretty poem,
To speak of green eyed gleams,
Seems a senseless exercise,
Of always lost; daydreams,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Pain is bloody red so pretty pure,
I spilled my heart and cut myself,
I can no longer endure,
Once I had it in me,
Now I have but hollow none,
Wordless empty open air,
Waiting for red aired sun,
I cursed the air I cursed the sky,
On daydreamed wishing stars I sighed,
I know not where I went,
I know not loves descent,
And here I sit and ponder,
Wishing yet again.
For a tear to shed,
Writing with broken pen…
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yet another reason I stopped writing...
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och joe,
'tis been so long, i 'ade forgoten that ye could make me cry wi' so much raw yearning. joe, aye indeed... grey skies can indeed be yearned for admidst the blue. and an eternity of neutrals traded for the deepest sadness, because then at least ye ken that ye are alive. i too, 'ave sat under skies of blue and yearned for the thunder roll of the deep grey... the turbulence of wather over the calm beauty of the sea... and sighed, knowing that being satisfies was never enough, no matter how hard i wish it were so.
i 'ave missed ye here, and your haunting words... and thought of ye at least once a day... certainly evera time i look out onto the waters... and wondered where the tided may 'ave taken ye now...
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Not even a broken pen can stop the flow of raw emotion that saturates every word of your poetry. Such sadness can only be followed by blissful release into happiness' embrace.
Your writing is truly some of the most beautiful I've ever read.
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Oh My-
Oh Joey
You pen from the Heart and it just tugs when You are not smiling~
This is a Beautiful expression of emotion...
which every piece of Yours I have read...
have always been breathtaking~
I only wish You Happiness!
I'm blessed to say-glad to see You are writing
for it can be of benefit...especially for those
reading...I imagine there are others who can
relate
Many blessings to You
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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wow great
this is very well written with great emotion and feeling awesome job my friend keep up the great writting ok
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To me this shows a passion to continue writing. Reasons why you stopped, will give you reasons to keep going. This was sadly penned, but beautiful in it's message. I have missed reading you my friend.
~Carrie
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