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Begrudging Glass

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See, you thought you were saving me
from you, but sequestering me in this sorrow
is like putting a rose under glass.
It doesn’t live

Look, there is a tree!  Isn’t she beautiful,
in her reaching?  No, she is damned well
not!  She is stuck in that open armed plea.

Listen!  Nightingale impales me on her song.
Is that suddenly enough sorrow for you?

Feel this!  This is a burnt place on my breast
where you held your hand while I spilled
the rest of my guts out for you.  You thought
I had a heart ailment?

I have been a hollow pastoral scene
Painted with a hand that held brush so hard
that it bled on it.  You!  You thought
and that is the problem.  I don’t breath
anymore. 

I don’t live because you thought
to treat me like I was glass.

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OMG.....only my closest friends will know that this was inspired....it was not controved..it fricken came out on its own.

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  • lingonberries
    February 21, 2007

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    "You! You thought
    and that is the problem. I don’t breath
    anymore."
    Feeling in here, feeling and a lot of feeling... You brought it out. I like it! Keep on writing!

  • Tirrell
    February 8, 2007

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    Inspiration is best and the song it sings into your ears can render a fine poem. You have some beautiful metaphors, Nice efforts here!


  • Night Hope gold member
    February 8, 2007

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    "Listen! Nightingale impales me on her song.
    Is that suddenly enough sorrow for you?"

    Sighhh...I love you, my Sister...I hear ya, my Friend...I still have moments...days...nights...weeks...when the rage just overtakes me...& it's all I can do to breathe...He told me I'd be mad at him after he was gone; I told him, "Maybe, but I'll get over it." The more I found out, the angrier I got. Some things, many things, I never needed or wanted to know...Here...Lean on my shoulder, Sweetie...I've leaned on yours long enough...I'll help carry you through this harrowed landscape...


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 22, 2007
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      aw, you sweet soul.... sometimes I do need a bracing.....just like everyone else.
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