I live to find the fantasy at the very heart of me.
Burn out so beautiful, to hell with taking up space.
Beat the dead horse disaster, but its coming on faster.
I love to hate the alarming pace
and how indecision looks on your face.
I'd ask for God to intervene
if I hadnt already rehersed the scene.
Hello-
How are you? Thats good.
You know we never met,
did you really think we would?
Was a long shot, my last bet?
You've got me writing
and theres something like a journal.
We live through all the fighting
and love with the sad eternal.
Give us a holiday, some hope, or a little rest.
Give this your best or stick around for some fun.
Show me how you cared, pour feeling back in my chest..
I keep telling myself, I love you, this cant be over.
but youre gone
and we are done
what could i say
that you wont run
We wont see Victory
grace cant remember this day
Where are we in history?
dig the mistakes up
all the times i refused the cup
bent so close on giving up
I want to dance right out of the extremity
If I disappear alone, I am still free Dont cry because it's over
I would fall so far fear cant catch me Smile cause we happened
I want to stop bleeding, but its too fucking pretty.
Oh love
Musical Angel sing me that song
bring back the summer like when we were obsessed
if we cant wish enough for happiness tell me im wrong
maybe we can just work for this and we are still the best
Theres a box of chocolates staying on the shelf this week
Theres an incredible distance I cant get across
Theres a 19yearold heart with a slow and steady leak
There is life with free handouts of irony and loss
If the future is so foreboding
and the past just stands there goading
With all thats slipped away
and all thats left to say
Happy Valentine's Day
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A contest entry
- A Little Of Everything by Firequeen.
700 points, ended February 26, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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this is WONDERFUL!!!
i love the lay out, the story that unfolds, i love the uniqueness, its just a brilliant piece and a pleasure to read!!
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Think on the 5th to last line, you misspelled foreboding, but I'm not sure... The poem really was beautiful, Zeke. And the word beautiful didn't do it justice... Reading it, it didn't feel like a contest piece. It felt like... you had something to say and you meant it. And it didn't leave me hanging, or wondering what you meant, or anything like that. I'd love to just curl up in your mind and be aware of it. Not for long, but not quite long enough...
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That's absolutely breathtaking!
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thanks
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Well Done!
A beautifully crafted crafted expression of grief. The process of denial, the argument against the finality of loss, the anger exploding from denial unleashed leading to the sorrow of acceptance of reality and the willingness to move on. I had to juxtaposition the parts against the whole to really appreciate its beauty. The layout was effective at creating the experience of a disjointed struggle to bring acceptance out of the unacceptable.
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thank you very much for reading and leaving the good comment. you described what i did without thinking about it that much.. guess i had to settle some voices in my head and needed more than one speaking at the same time really hehe.
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as if you took my heat and served it on a platter... and every single word applies, not kidding either.
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wow thats a wonderful fantazmic heart renching way to say i have no idea what to say! the eternity of it, the discriptions of internal and external water flow, the rhyme of the words! not to mention the end brings it all into a great message of enjoying the now for all it's worth, nice work!
w tapenade and biscuits
-JAS
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