Blind I am in a certain way.
Floating through other peoples' feelings is not my request.
What have I become, a forged spy of your inner-most interests or cries?
Am I damned or cursed by a numb sense of nature?
Blessed only by a friendly perception.
I am forced to revel in omissional deception.
Uncomfortably their ethereal souls I digest....
Sometimes I feel like I am your heaven....
Floating through left-brain contact,
We connect whenever the clock strikes seven.
Disguises and secrets are bound by the whims of confinement....
You both are a paralyzed effigy to contend.
I dance in balance, like the fool on the world card....
Just admit that life begins in the end.
Author notes
title #19
A contest entry
- Options...once again... by Celticjedi.
450 points, ended September 29, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sad, and very moving. I like the feeling I got when I read this, it brings back memories. Creative use of the title and an amazing, unique writing style. Keep up the good work, thanks for entering.
Luvs,
Cj
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this was a wonderful write which had some strong ints in it which have left me thinking
beautifully expressed well done and best of luck
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"Am I damned or cursed by a numb sense of nature?" I would've liked it even more if you'd said something like "Am I damned or BLESSED by a numb sense of nature" because I like the question it poses, really thought provoking. But I liked yours too
My favorite lines were "Floating through left-brain contact,
We connect whenever the clock strikes seven.
" definately. I also liked "Uncomfortably their ethereal souls I digest...." and "You both are a paralyzed effigy to contend".
Great write!
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nicely done... I love the way that this
is worded and there are some very unique concepts brought to life within this piece, given a voice... very deep questions...
love "What have I become, a forged spy of your inner-most interests or cries?"
ESPECIALLY!
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