Embers burn
but die slowly
from passionate fire red
to black ash
dust to dust
embers burn
longer than we
though we were all together
too long together...
and now we can't seem
to find a way back to
what we used to be
before you and me became us
I have found myself
unburied those sins
made them shiny again
and you
have found someone new
who wants to be with you
unlike me
who grew tired
of the game of tag
you played with my heart
Now I spill built up words
onto empty pages
filling the void in between
burning and fading and dust
Author notes
this is a combination of....too much thinking....too many pain pills (for my wrist)....too many sudafeds (yeah i'm ill)...too much caffeine (damn coffee place)....too many cigarettes (i'm in the midst of quitting)...and too many heartaches
sigh
Written September 29th, 2004
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I love the line Dust to dust. The emotional writing style of this piece can bring out the feelings of angst, because there are people like me who have felt this way in the past. You did a great job of digging into the feelings of broken relationships and the pain people get put through. Sometimes it seems like people enjoy toying with us. They get pleasure out of other people's pain. You fill up the glass, and they dump it out just for the sake of watching you fill it up again. Beautifully done
-Brian -
For having too many thoughts to process words correctly, this is very good. Somewhat confusing, yet, I feel like I can understand it deep down. Love does seem to disappear as fast as it comes...Depressing really...but i guess thats how it works.
About Your notes: I know exactly how you feel. (no joke) I'm not going into details because this is veiwed by public but If you want to talk, just message me or something...
Good write and I hope you have many wonderfully fantastic day to make up for this one.
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I love this! It flows very well, I especially love how you tie everything together with the "burning" passion. But doon't worry, love doesn't always burn you end, one day you'll find your endless candle.
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Whoooooaaaaaaa, a call to vampy a day, will keep the crap away!
Love ya, Mom -
hmph....i think every last single person on this site can relate to this poem...
if it werent for ruined loves.....poetry....may not be what it is...
Cheers
JAG -
wow, i haven't seen you around in awhile, or have really had the chance to read your work...i can't believe i missed this one, wow it's simply amazing...awesome job!
take care
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Susan, this has been written very well-It effortlessly flows pouring out deep felt emotions that touch the readers heart-an absolute winner
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thank you....
I've been busy....work...school....sleep repeat
probably won't see much of me til after the holidaze....
thenI will have lots of time -
Now I spill built up words
onto empty pages
filling the void in between
burning and fading and dust
very cool. -- hey, where are you?! -
*Crackle* The fires of the heart burn with glorious light, untill they are stifled from ash neglected by euphoria of days long forgotten.
Cigarettes are fun to photograph. The smoke, the embers, the ash. but don't smoke them!
Pick of the day:
"unlike me
who grew tired
of the game of tag
you played with my heart"
Doesn't it feel cruel sometimes? Like children in a playground at recess who don't realize that the one kid they continously tag "it", and run away from, well knowing he/she will NEVER catch them, could possibly be the most distrought, broken down, shadow of a person in the whole world at that one moment.
That's one hell'uva feeling.
Tag, YOU'RE IT! -
wow, this is so sad.....im sorry.......great write you have here tho, lots of emotions is put into it, and you feelings are captured quite well. feel better.
charlie -
Excellent piece, Susan!
You have expressed that feeling (and many know it well) so succinctly and articulately.
~ G
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