Sometimes
I want to enclose you
or
close myself
through you
I want to be more than final
and always untouched
like the ashes and the fire.
Most of the time I love you
so I consume you in a second
while my mind is sewing you
closer to my heart
like the pocket of a shirt
I've never worn
Author notes
everything seems finished...but the last of things isn't ever really the end
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Your poetry (especially this one, for me) has such a fantastically subtle emotional pull to it. And I really love all that fire symbolism/imagery. You have a lot of talent...keep up the excellent work.
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thank you very much
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Wow. You've grown so much. This is nothing like your old stuff. Just... you've evolved. Expanded. Moved up a level. I'm so jealous.
How've you been, dear? My life is quite empty without AP. As you can see I haven't been on much, haven;t had the time or patience to write anything. But I think I'll change that starting tonight or tomorrow. At least it's a goal.
I'll talk to you later... did you ever manage to find your way out of the house with no phones? That was a while ago... I hope you did. <3
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This is quite wonderful. Found it thru crash's list.
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thank you for reading
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I really like this and can relate "most of the time I love you so I consume you in a second" that was an awesome line. You write like you think and that is a good way to inject feeling into you poetry; I felt very pensive reading this and it reminded me of days gone by when I too had sewn my heart.
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you are the very first person to notice that about my writing...I write how I talk and think....
thank you
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"while my mind is sewing you
closer to my heart
like the pocket of a shirt
I've never worn"
i loved that.
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lovely =]
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wowwwwww
powerful, intense, and brilliant. i think i love you.
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ha...
thank you
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There's this idea that there are only 500 people in the world. And they all spend their lives trying to avoid running into each other- but they're constantly bumping into one another, always seeing one another and forever being influenced by one another. The idea goes on to suggest that maybe there aren't just 500 people- maybe there just a bunch of pockets of 500 people- all spending all their energy just trying to avoid one another. Just trying to live their lives in peace- and finally get to the end of it.
But everything is on a infinite loop, so even the end isn't really the end, because everything repeats. The only things that change are the names. -
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wow...this idea you speak of...is a great one..the ending part is a definite truth...thank you for reading
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Aww... this is such a sweet piece. You've got some really nice imagery there as well. I love the last stanza. It's so sentimental with a brilliant image
'like the pocket of a shirt I've never worn' a great simile with a lovely feeling to it.
Very well done, keep it up
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thank you very much
glad it was more than just words to you
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I really enjoyed this piece, the ending in particular. Very powerful. Thank you for your talent. Keep evolving!
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i will do my best to continue the human legacy
thank you
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beautiful!this seems like a completely different tone for you,wow...I've really missed reading your poetry...this is great!
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