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Quake

The pink of me is crying
floods of me with thunder
and it is laughing
holes of windy gasps will break
And bows of candy fire

I trip so high on wires
and ropes of tightness break
And make me shake
They make me shake
So I quake

I walk on a bed of roses
that have died
And left all thorns within me
and when I bleed
I won't even know it
cause my iris's
are playing in the meadows
in the meadows

I trip so high on wires
and ropes of tightness break
And make me shake
They make me shake
So I quake
So I quake
So I quake
So I quake.

Author notes

The people who have read this so far seem to not really understanding it. so I will give a little insight and hope that it makes things a little clearer for readers.

This poem is about the intense emotions felt when you feel nothing at all. Confused? Well the pink of me is inside, floods are emotions, what laughs is the shallow outside of me, and the hole that inspires the gales is my own emptiness.

The tight rope I walk is and has fallen and anxiety makes me shake as I can no longer use the tiny wire it as my ground to walk on.

Things seem great and rosy but the side effects of this are leaving me stripped of something I once had and it is painful to miss it. So numb now I don't even know when I hurt, so that I may change my life and point it in better directions, because I am focused on all the positives they seem to out weigh the negatives and keep me locked where I shouldn't be.

not much of an explanation but I hope it helps.

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  • Climbing2nothing
    September 15, 2007

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    a few single threded words of the theme might help tie this together, yet deeper down i realised i do understand this feeling, like your bound by a circle of swords and the blind fold is loose, yet the rain of pain is your comfort, a true reversal of joy where nothing could make you move and each quake would be the waves of karma that would lead you away, as is the best way is to get back upon the dragon And fly again, no matter how far you've fallen...
    anyheys angel, thanks for the spiral,
    w chai -jas

  • deathbycrimson
    September 15, 2007

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    i didnt understand it, even after reading your explanation... but it was a pleasure to read rgardless...


  • letters to no one
    August 22, 2007

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    I don't understand much about this except that it's about when you're on the brink of sadness, and feel like everything is uprooting like an earthquake?


    • Vampstress
      August 22, 2007
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      I have added a brief insight into my authors notes that may help readers to understnd this poem better.


  • neurosine gold member
    August 22, 2007
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    You used alot of words and said nothing. I think. Although we all must quake.

    • neurosine gold member
      August 22, 2007
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      I could be less pointed and harsh. I'm sort of a dick sometimes though. And not in a good way. Don't be discouraged. The point is to piss you off and make you try harder. Thanks for the clarification in the authors note. It would be more effective in the poem.


    • Vampstress
      August 22, 2007
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      I have added a brief insight into my authors notes that may help readers to understnd this poem better.


    • Vampstress
      August 22, 2007
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      sorry to hear you didn't get what lies with in this poem, thank you for your comment though.

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