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Array ( [sid] => 136490 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Empty breath [time] => 2007-08-04 22:21:21 [hometext] => When you are part of a couple things just don't seem right when you are parted. [bodytext] => How can balmy summer evenings always seem so cold ?
When moon stands high like timeless sentry, calmly looking down
Silhouettes the silent bat that dips and swirls the sky
Fox calls carried from the woodland, menacing the night

How can quiet seem like torture sent to tear the soul ?
Tranquility so often sought becomes the living hell
Sleep is comfort,numbs all sense of pain and emptiness
Slumbered like a baby, shutting out the daunting world

How can time become a cage from which there's no escape ?
Where once were fleeting moments, are now eternity
The days that would be filled with laughter, rich with grains of joy
Subsided to the crushing rocks of this monotony

How can the food that tasted sweet, turn bitter and so sour ?
The lightest meal so heavy now that apetite is gone
So stale is life, so too is mind, for need we eat not want
A taste alone, devoid of pleasure, purely functional

Without the other, incomplete, as body without mind
The armour cracked, the flesh exposed, inviting in the wound
The cure to end this suffering is union again
Renew me with your presence and cease this empty breath [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 48 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Empty breath

Contributed by puppy_dog_eyes on Saturday, 4th August 2007 @ 10:21:21 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



How can balmy summer evenings always seem so cold ?
When moon stands high like timeless sentry, calmly looking down
Silhouettes the silent bat that dips and swirls the sky
Fox calls carried from the woodland, menacing the night

How can quiet seem like torture sent to tear the soul ?
Tranquility so often sought becomes the living hell
Sleep is comfort,numbs all sense of pain and emptiness
Slumbered like a baby, shutting out the daunting world

How can time become a cage from which there's no escape ?
Where once were fleeting moments, are now eternity
The days that would be filled with laughter, rich with grains of joy
Subsided to the crushing rocks of this monotony

How can the food that tasted sweet, turn bitter and so sour ?
The lightest meal so heavy now that apetite is gone
So stale is life, so too is mind, for need we eat not want
A taste alone, devoid of pleasure, purely functional

Without the other, incomplete, as body without mind
The armour cracked, the flesh exposed, inviting in the wound
The cure to end this suffering is union again
Renew me with your presence and cease this empty breath




Copyright © puppy_dog_eyes ... [ 2007-08-04 22:21:21]
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Re: Empty breath (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 5th August 2007 @ 11:35:41 AM AEST
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hey puppy,
I'm sure that Job is jealous at this masterpeice of wisdom in very powerfull writing.
One can feel the strength of Samson in these much needed words.
Our Planet needs more writers like you. You don't beat around the bush, When you peN moves you unlesh the bull ****.
Your writeting is a joy to read.
Much huggs, luv, appreciation,
emy.


Re: Empty breath (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Sunday, 5th August 2007 @ 10:34:23 PM AEST
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Excellent writing. A very accurate
description of the time apart. To those
of us who know there will be no reunion
this poem is quite painful to read. That
, however , only speaks for the power
of your words. Wonderful work. Truly , Doug




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