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A little funeral

Every day, I wake up
Looking at your face
You're my dream
That's floating freely over me
I reach out
To hold you close to me
Then I watch
I watch you fade away
Every day
Every single day
And it's hard..
To believe. That it's only hope
Flying over my bed
And that each day it will leave
Each morning passes,
And one more hope will die
It's a funeral  every day
And every day..
I get up
To see you
I start talking to you
Smiling, laughing, and I know
Keeping feelings low
Is the way to keep us safe
But.
When we are alone
Sitting together
My fear is gone
And feelings drown
My cheeks
As if through tears,
Through my eyes, my heart speaks
Screams, in pain
Frustration
Anger
Burning out my love
Makng joy soar high above
Me
Marking me
To heaven, to energy
To whatever up there
As a blessed one
And when my tears are gone
And we are still alone
I realize you were there
Through them,
Through my tears of ease

And comfort  
Then I know
What love means
In this knowledge my heart heals

Enough
To be ready for another day's hope to die

But to survive a next day's hope

Enough to say
I love you and,

I love crying to you




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  • princessleejwctlvr2
    January 29

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    This is very very sad and deep I can feel the apin behind this piece!!! This is well portrayed!!!! A beautiful write!!!!


  • ml12
    May 3, 2008

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    Beautifully written. There is some sort of pent up emotion that is implicit, it seems that he is everything to you and you yearn for him more than anything but this love is consuming to a point that you need it all the time. Wow!


    • eleno
      May 3, 2008
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      Actually yeah, this is true love, i never get enough of him, even if i have him all the time,.i still miss him . Once we actually talked on the phone for 11 hours. THINK ABOUT IT... 11 HOURS


  • teddybare
    April 30, 2008

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    i dub this a cracker

    a cracker because if you are starving for food and somone gives you a cracker... it's the best damn cracker you ever ate .. lol so this beautiful write is a cracker


  • Pingwen
    April 30, 2008

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    This is good. I like the way you express the common conflict of relationships, that every day is uncertain, and that every happy moment must be taken advantage of while it's there.

    • eleno
      April 30, 2008
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      Actually this wasnt about a conflict in a relationship, but about not having enough of one another, and always hoping to wake up and find each other in the same bed. It just nevr happens. And thats very hard.


      • Pingwen
        April 30, 2008
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        Oh, I suppose I saw my own interpretation then.


        • eleno
          April 30, 2008
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          thats arite, thanks for the comment.


  • love my jose luis
    April 30, 2008

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    I really like the impact this poem has on the reader. Thank you for sharing this piece, I really liked reading it because I can relate to it so easily.
    ~Maria


  • frownsnfreckles
    April 30, 2008

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    this sounds terribly sad, although well expressed as a poem of angst. The question posed is 'what is the anger about that seems to constantly override the hope?' We all need to love but it must begin with the self and the notion that love can be gentle and love can be kind. Hope thankfully is eternal though.

    'But to survive a next day's hope
    Enough to say
    I love you'

    • eleno
      April 30, 2008
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      Well, i am very much in love actually. but i am not allowed to see him anytime i want. We meet only once a day, five times a week., This poem was about how hard it is to wake up alone, knowing i will not see him, and how difficult it is to restrain myself from expressing my love anytime i like.


  • The Hardest Goodbye
    April 29, 2008
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    wow. this poem was so great, so beautifully written ! Good luck in my contest =D


  • grannyeri gold member
    April 27, 2008

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    That special someone keeps us going during tough times; even if they are not present, you still know they are there - can feel their spirit or thoughts...liked the flow of this, the message you share in these lines.


  • Meroza
    April 27, 2008

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    Oh damn sweety, what 'an amazingly written poem! The strong feel of emotion! The rawness! Just simply amazing!

  • is-haqo
    April 27, 2008

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    i wish i had some other way to say i love you baby....i ve said this alot..ive even said it before.....but still...cant invent a new word....I LOVE YOU SO MUCH...i cant live without u


  • Danneh
    April 27, 2008

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    Some days, it's hard. Hard to wake up when the thing you love the most isn't there, whether they be dead or alive, it doesn't matter, because they aren't there. And you spend hours talking to yourself, because through that, they're there. And they can give you the strength to face another days worth of well wishers with malintent.

    -Danneh<3

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