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Sunday, December 5, 2010

..........feelings

  • feelings arranged in a cert..
    in a way like chairs..
    waiting to be set on...
    to be accursed for a wide insertion of your stay... in a heavy stressed option to you ..
    so that can slay..and slay..
    you may not see your way...

    in the water later today....
    to occupy the inner-self of your way....
    what can one be...
    what can one feel..
    when you work..when you bleed ..............
    cry....
    sing..
    or die....
  • water up your arms.....
    tears..of sick..the way you feel...tears of fear..
    when you ring..
    her arms are there..are into your feelings..
    as you hear her sing.. melodies...so cold...
    your hat all the way down your face.. ...........

    .so bold......

    listen to her as she talks..to any one that will listen....
    as you are... the night is so cold...
    sympathetic.. an aesthetic..a..responce..
    a repulsion of her words... keep your hat down. ..

    her face is so old..... the night is too long to be over... yet ...
    the water is like an emotion...an agitation ..
    with sentiments of adolescence.
    likings of memoirs...
    passages of passion..
    filled with commends of the strong..

    very powerful digestions of those that are wrong...........
    bringing to you a touch of emotion ..
    .employing the nature of intensity..
    carries strong implications of the love of ones self....
    for you to object as being so wrong...............
    loving your self.....
    your ways........
    .employing self-embrace...
    no pity...no passion to revenge the power ..

    the ruling of your love..
    emotion..
    of the feelings that are there...
    keep your hat down.. or you may discover what is in the room with you...

    before it is the time to start again..
    to have your arms in the water..again....
    like the torture that can be...
    inter the sounds of the objects falling into the stainless steel binges of things to come ..  .
    for the rest of the night...
    until you see the one that is so beautiful..
    to change everything when you see...
    the beauty that ...
    can change everything...
    EVERYTHING THAT NIGHT ! ... i will never see again......i know for sure that I will never see again........
    instill the belling will be regain. again.

2 comments:

  1. i have to say that i really like this poem, i feel that i can connect with it somewhat. keep wrighting!!

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  2. Javmango;
    Thank you, it's so hard to write when you feel that way. But sometimes you do.

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