Heat courses through every vein.
It was just an update, inspired by the rain.
Will this even make sense anyone but me?
Does anyone know...what it's like to feel somewhat free?
I felt the wind, and thought of things I tried to hide away.
Do they know? How it feels to hurt every day?
But to finally sing my song out loud-
no...
What is this?
Just another child's rhymes broken now in relived time.
I sought release from memories and now I'm burning in and out.
Why?
What is real?
Who can feel?
How dare anyone to judge the sky. A work of art, both meaningful and pointless.
How dare anyone to judge the heart. A work of art. Dead to humanity but burning within each and every one of us. The fire of something more than anger. More than betrayal. More than love. A new spin on love. You may say it's lust, but I believe now that it's hate.
She wont say his name. She knows what it does to me. She sees it in my eyes. But does she realize?
I'm healing.
I'm stronger.
I'm done.
Author notes
Wow...that was an unexpected rush of emotion. Now I seem to be shaking. So I'll save my poor keyboard by saying - Enjoy.
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Comments
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ok. First off, I LOVE THE TITLE...and how the background fits in too...lol. I love how you use the elements. I love the questions in this. I love the passion too. "How dare anyone judge the heart" GENIUS. The ending was perfect. That is such an amazing ending. No joke. Great poem. I love it. I love it a lot. I love the More than betrayal, more than love, A new spin on love. You must say it's lust, but now I believe it's hate. I love the authors notes too. That rush of emotion is a great way to write a poem. Just amazing...BREATHTAKING!!!
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I know every way that you feel, been there, done that, and still going. It's taken me 44yrs. to be well. I say be well, because the hatred isn't as strong, and my past no longer rules my life. However it is a part of me, and will always be. I loved this poem, everything about it is perfect. Kudos to you for sharing this hard to write piece. You my dear don't ever even wonder if anyone realizes how you feel. IT'S ONLY IMPORTANT THAT YOU DO!!
You have already helped the world with this write, so you have much more power than he ever had, or ever will have.
Connie
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Lace? Is u alright??? Loves! Good write!
Chey
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