These hands I hold-
to see,
but never touch.
This goddess before me-
there,
but never mine.
That hellfire in me-
burning,
aching for touch.
These whisps of memory-
painful,
my Masochistic Moments.
This old thrumming song-
beating,
recalling old emotion.
That single golden hair-
lying,
fragrancing my pillow.
These thoughts of mine-
disheartening,
shouldn't belong here.
This image of you-
beautiful,
keeping fantasy alive.
That woman I loved-
gone,
I'm no better.
Author notes
Self explanitory, I do think.
Please tell me what you think
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GREAT
This poem is beautifull. I understand masichistic moments. I hope you find relief from what ever pain has brought you write this.
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I liked this poem. It was sad, but elequently said. I really liked the last 3 lines, the resoanted with me. Very poetic indeed.
A wonderful write!!! -
great
indeed very explanatory. very good, very human. you have a great way with words. please keep going on and on and on!
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this was great.
Amber -
hard hiting
this poem seems to bring out the dark side or sad side of us, or most. it envokes thoughts
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Great poem, sad but very well writen and full of emotion. Keep up the great work.
Amber -
Twandaace
Nice! Quite expressive of someone holding on to their memories of someone. Mix this in with Led Zepplin's "Fool in the rain" and you get a bomb! -
I love the style of your writing here, it really adds depth.
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The impression that I get from reading this is that of someone that has been holding on to their memories. The memories have become this person's reality, or virtual reality and when the person realizes that it is really painful. Great Job! Keep It Up!
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did'nt get it. Sorry but i missed something here.
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really deep and sensual lots of love and beauty full of honesty and grace, i feel the pain and the wanting of the touch , all the emotion and feelings and the desire to be together again but not really concearned in a way
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