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What Is To Live

Saw a spinning image of you…
That was a few days ago
Felt my heart sink
Splitting at mending seams

My blood rushed
A thousand tiny wings
Frantically beating through out me
I wasn’t lost, just misplaced.

My eyes fill with terrible hopeless longing
Can’t do this again
I don’t have room to remember being hurt
Hearing those broken record words

Forever...
I will love you always
Through thick and thin
But how long does forever last?


Running from my thoughts
Im finding only dead ends
Just want to untangle myself
From the web that is you I touched

Whenever you spoke my name
Looked me square in the eyes
I recognized myself 
And I breathed

You were my shadow
The one thing I couldn’t run from
Or be one with
Now I feel like wasting away

My surroundings have changed
A course running somewhere without me
Stranding me
As I wonder what has happened

You always could pick my guts
As if something nameless
Watching it
Die just a little more

The truth is simple
It can be reached easily
By many means
Several different roads

That wasn’t you
I know that
Just a spinning image
Leaving me trying to remember

What it is to live
To not hold onto the past
That gravestones are always silent
No matter how many questions asked

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  • guruist
    May 30, 2007

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    YOu and I are soulmates.Souls with hopelessly broken and mended hearts. I feel you. I mean in the deepest way. You've reached out and touched me and the caress is so profoundly eerie. My blood rushed\ A thousand tiny wings/ Frantically beating thru out me/ I wasn't los, just misplaced. Ingenious description of a emotion hard to grasp. I am so amazed at your ability. Im awed by you. I want so badly to explain the tears that run yet they are to far away to analyze. Desire is a powerful emotion. it is nirvanna in the sense of a drug addiction. I mean we love the feeling and yet dread the aftereffects. I hate to be in this state you've explained and lived evidently. Thanx for this awesome poem. I applaud you. Terrell

  • WranglerSteve gold member
    April 3, 2007
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    A+ Not an A-, B or D

    This is... I don't know how to explain it. But, I really liked it.