Watch as paint chips fall from the sky,
dreams drown in the reality of life.
Breathing in the acidic whisper
of how love is none existent.
Rulers measure the size of a heart
deeming it unworthy from the start.
Sunlight dims upon the start of new days
and the drum beats of farewell create the music
that lingers in a soul of long forgotten ways.
Dancers stop their movements of enticement
as the world stops spinning upon the word
of an expert who claims that abuse cannot be undone
the words of the tortured should not be taken into consideration
on matters of the heart, for how would they know the difference
between love and abuse.
Author notes
Was a weird night..
Have no idea for a title
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again with the alliteration straight out the gate, 'acidic whisper' is very excellent. Could be a modern day kenning for a bad big secret
. measuring the size of the heart eh? when I think of quatifying the heart I think of weighing, but that was a neat idea. again, fun to read, very nicely done.
title suggestions: blank mental musings
musings of the preoccupied mind. good luck with it
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Powerful,
Shares alot here of what so many have been through and feel, what is the difference, one would only ask that, not really knowing love, or someone who knows love, and is stuck with a partner that's abusive. Either or, not good.. Read like it came from experience, nonetheless, it makes a great awareness poem. Much love sweet one.
-Timothy
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wow... A beautiful write for such a harsh event in a life. I really like the picture and how it effects the mood of the poem.
Thanks for sharing this!
Alexander
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Sad is this piece
Abuse can be stopped with the gathering of the people
inthis country that codones it an band togeter as the watchers for the children in this world . Be alert and make the punishment on a child a life sentance. for without it the young in time becomes the abusers and so on
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This is a great poem. The first two line were a great hook for the reader. The last four lines were a great ending. Excellent job.
Mike
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No title necessary. The poem says it all.
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I like the fact you have left this untitled. You conjur such emotion in your words, which one day I hope to do, you have serious talent. Best to you
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a wierd night turned to a beautiful write.
and i believe this is best left untitled, as a title would take away from the raw power of the poem.
i enjoyed this piece. keep up the good work dear one.
-Darc Raven, the Bard of Old
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amazelyly said flower angel
only we know how we see things
well done
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call it...the boogie-woogie-blues" no? oh well then i guess you're stuck ;P jk. love the poem
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Ugh. Love and abuse. For me, for so many years, there was no difference between the two. This needs a title, VERY poignant for me! I don't want to propose a title, as we all write what we write...but you mention rulers to measure, music, dancers, souls, lovers, abuse, so many varied things...? Lovely, my friend!
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C
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