The sunset drapes over the shoulder of my passion,
burning the skin with agonizing fear and veneration.
A burning happiness is what I need.
The teasing rain caresses my declined integrity.
It knows of my very innermost secrets,
the ones I whisper into it's fragile ears on sleepless nights like this.
A flutter of persuasive wind passes right through my mortal being,
a chill to murder, unbearable, with a bitter taste of freedom.
I will capture this wind in a bottle to keep.
His sympathizing light pokes its way through my tangled thoughts,
Oh what a wall I've built over my condolences.
This damn wall will be torn down with a ferocity of finalization.
Author notes
"His sympathizing light" refers to the Lord. I've got to stop feeling sorry for myself. I've got to break free from my pity, and find who I need to be.
Samantha Marie
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Excellent piece, dear soul
So many times I have felt sorry for myself and then the Lord reaches through all that muck and mire and lifts me up
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thank you for your insight! : )
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such raw emotions fill every word, but behind those words are hope and a deep message of needing the love and admiration to fulfill your inner self. have patience and believe. thanks for entering and good luck.
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Thank you
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I know how sleepless nights go, this poem is gorgeous in its beauty and inner depth. And as for the author notes go, I know exactly how you feel, and its relieving that somebody else feels it to.
Kind of like you want to find your place in the world and you know its out there, but you can't really find it or you don't know who or what it is, anyways that's the way I feel sometimes, I don't know about you though.
Anyways really loved the last part and the final line added to the poem, it definitely had some fire to it (good, not bad).
Good luck in the contest though, adored this.
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Thank you
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The sunshine drapes over the shoulder of my passion. Nice image.
Enjoyed your write.
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thank you
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yeah but no one is free from their parents until they are 18 so you are fighting a losing battle.
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I hit her today. She was yelling at me and I just slapped her. She stood there dumbfounded and shocked and I walked out my front door. It's a nice day outside. When I came home a couple hours later, the house was quiet. She acted like nothing had happened and cheerfully asked if I wanted dinner.....
I think I'm winning.
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So you don't think you are free?
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techincally I am free.
But I am not free from the tyranny of my parents
I am not free from the emotions that enclose me whole
I am not free from myself.
and I'm so close.
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cool, so is this happy or depressed, i couldnt tell
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Gee thanks. Read the title, It's supposed to be about fighting for freedom from the toil and drive of the world, with the help of Our Lord.
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