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[aid] => mick
[title] => They Never Took Her Heart
[time] => 2005-10-18 15:17:41
[hometext] => How someone appears to be is not always how they would wish to be.Never judge a book by its cover
[bodytext] => Cold bit, gnawed the smog that cloaked the city lights
Neon travellers stamped the raindrops, faceless faces in gypsy wanderings
World of prisoners whose minds rusted in the apparel of darkness
Lair of the trapped, the manipulative and the damned
Cherry red lips beckoned passing strangers, choreographed seduction
Painted doll smile drew synthetic lovers, predemitated streetlight rendezvous
Reality, necessity, choked life, turned woman into being
Too many rainsoaked days stole the dreams from the dreamer
Locket hung around her neck, beacon of her identity
Dignity stripped bare, staring at ceilings in familiar hotel rooms
Passion mechanical, submission to the missionary
Monetary pleasure served by grunting to the clock
Eyes that appeared colder than wintered railings
Shut out views of emotion, not included in the price
They took her body, felt sated in her arms
But the tears of the lonely showed, they never took her heart
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They Never Took Her Heart
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puppy_dog_eyes
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Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 03:17:41 PM in AEST
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Cold bit, gnawed the smog that cloaked the city lights
Neon travellers stamped the raindrops, faceless faces in gypsy wanderings
World of prisoners whose minds rusted in the apparel of darkness
Lair of the trapped, the manipulative and the damned
Cherry red lips beckoned passing strangers, choreographed seduction
Painted doll smile drew synthetic lovers, predemitated streetlight rendezvous
Reality, necessity, choked life, turned woman into being
Too many rainsoaked days stole the dreams from the dreamer
Locket hung around her neck, beacon of her identity
Dignity stripped bare, staring at ceilings in familiar hotel rooms
Passion mechanical, submission to the missionary
Monetary pleasure served by grunting to the clock
Eyes that appeared colder than wintered railings
Shut out views of emotion, not included in the price
They took her body, felt sated in her arms
But the tears of the lonely showed, they never took her heart
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 06:03:45 PM AEST
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yes, this is sad. all I can say is, we are all stripped at times in many ways. reminds me of when I was teaching, how I had to sell myself, have that certain attitude, personality, cosmetic look in order to pass trust along to the faculty and students both. sometimes it was hard to be real, get taken, but somehow I managed to keep my heart safe. In a way, your poem has a sense of happiness in it, because although they took all of her, they stayed away from the heart, perhaps that was a Godsend. the world is in a mess, choose the part of it that will allow you to grow and get to where you are going..
I wear my locket inside of me, not around my neck, it is a small case of precious love and mementos, it has no chain, souvenir of love, which I have a write by that title.
Raquel Leah :D |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 07:08:08 PM AEST
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This is a very abstract piece, yet you have some great ideas in here. I'm just not so sure you quite wrote it in the best way...While there's no need to fully expose your thoughts in poetry, the reader should be able to take something away from a write. This could be fantastic if tweaked a little, but as it stands, it's a tad too veiled...Keep up the writes though, you certainly have the talent for poetry.
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by Elizabeth_Dandy on
Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 07:36:01 PM AEST
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How ever could they touch her heart.
The seat of Love reserved for God alone.
Profound and beautiful write.
Thanks a lot for sharijg it with us.
Blessings
Elizabeth |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by sararose1950 on
Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 08:13:46 PM AEST
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| sad in a way, but shows her inner strength- they never took her heart- very well said. Peace and Light |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by Manda2 on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 09:33:40 AM AEST
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| They never took her heart as her heart was not for sale! Excellent write Steve, well done. |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by emystar on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 01:50:45 PM AEST
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wow Steve,
u got it going on with that pen so don't stop.
i luv the messages in this write so please don't change a thing! NO!!!!!!!!!!!
big huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by needledancing on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 09:13:44 PM AEST
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What a compassionate and insightful piece of work you have hear.
Your descriptive and emotional blends make my heart ache for this soul.
Truly brilliant. |
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Re: They Never Took Her Heart
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by emystar on
Sunday, 4th November 2007 @ 05:55:45 PM AEST
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wow puppy,
beyond your awesome eyes, this shows you pure heart.
Gret work. Exstreemly touching to the soul.
huggs, smiles,
blessings,
emy |
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