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carry your thoughts wherever I roam.
A call of the wild this heart rendering
wander-lust, everywhere is home.

West ward direction is where we are heading, painted sunsets, along we go.
Here comes another rainstorm raising her head above the hills.
Smell the dampness, brushed on hot asphalt
Lighting and rolling thunder shrill.

I think of you, when you are not near me.
I hear your voice, smell your cologne.
My heart feels weary, almost broken
I wish you were coming home.

I see your smile and it warms me, I want to taste the sweet honey of your kiss
Wrap my hands soft yet firm around your hips
I feel your warmth, like springs sun and it melts me where I stand.
Before I sleep it is your eyes I see.

We have our ghosts that haunt us.
We dream of brighter and bigger dreams.
We drive our demons from our souls now
searching far for our souls release.

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Driving out the Demons

Contributed by shelby on Friday, 13th June 2008 @ 09:44:53 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

This old road seems unending.
carry your thoughts wherever I roam.
A call of the wild this heart rendering
wander-lust, everywhere is home.

West ward direction is where we are heading, painted sunsets, along we go.
Here comes another rainstorm raising her head above the hills.
Smell the dampness, brushed on hot asphalt
Lighting and rolling thunder shrill.

I think of you, when you are not near me.
I hear your voice, smell your cologne.
My heart feels weary, almost broken
I wish you were coming home.

I see your smile and it warms me, I want to taste the sweet honey of your kiss
Wrap my hands soft yet firm around your hips
I feel your warmth, like springs sun and it melts me where I stand.
Before I sleep it is your eyes I see.

We have our ghosts that haunt us.
We dream of brighter and bigger dreams.
We drive our demons from our souls now
searching far for our souls release.

Copyright © shelby ... [ 2008-06-13 09:44:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 13th June 2008 @ 09:49:55 AM AEST
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Awesome write, you two....well done....

btw Michelle... I'm ok..that last poem was just that... nothing more... Thanks tho... for caring..

Hugs
Jenni

Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by lostrelic on Friday, 13th June 2008 @ 11:00:52 AM AEST
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what a lovely write great images here
you have a great talent

regan

Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by holy on Friday, 13th June 2008 @ 12:17:34 PM AEST
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Yes, everywhere is home, I love it.
I saw your smile and it warm me, thank you again.

Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by Supercreep on Friday, 13th June 2008 @ 08:37:34 PM AEST
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Hi Michelle,
beautiful poem. Especially like the lines:
'Here comes another rainstorm raising her head above the hills.
Smell the dampness, brushed on hot asphalt
Lighting and rolling thunder shrill.'
Very atmospheric. And 'wander-lust' is that a word you have coined yourself? Look forward to reading more when I get a minute.
Chirio,
S C

Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 15th June 2008 @ 05:37:12 AM AEST
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You two write so beautifully together. The piece flowed so well together, it's
hard to believe two writers were present. Wonderful imagery and word
choices. Your metaphors left me in a breathless stare. Captivating as hell!!

*hugs*

~Breezy

Re: Driving out the Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 15th June 2008 @ 10:25:42 PM AEST
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WOW!

This is wonderful and strikingly beautiful. Driving our demons, and there are so many ways you two use that term. Most cleverly....the act of driving and taking in the world while pondering a loved one. How peacefully torturing is that. A brilliant concept summed up to perfection by two fine poets. The opening so beautiful, the last stanzas so powerful and full of longing.

SUPERB!

Daniel

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