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Array ( [sid] => 172198 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => In six months. . . [time] => 2012-04-27 08:21:56 [hometext] => for Renee" [bodytext] =>

In six months. . .
No. . . I won't be here.

(Their eyes betray
words that harvest pain.)

I believe
& yet I'll leave here. . .

hoping beyond all hope
that all I say I believe is true.

Sometimes there's pain
but sometimes numbness.

I think this phase
is self imposed.

If I scream
no one willl hear me.

If I jump
no one to grasp.

If I fight. . .
I cannot flee this.

If I loose. . .
well, I already have.

I see my tumor
giving me freedom,

some I'd never
known before.

I don't want to rush
or push on past this.

Never rushing. . .
never closing another door.

I see no loss. . .
I see much clearer.

Every moment
I hear existence.

I feel the spirit
of the wind.

I taste the sweetness
life has given. . .

& wee, obscure things
bring me joy.

I feel exhilarated
to have ever been.

In six days. . .
Now. . . I won't be here.

The truth is
that I'm (not) terrified

for is this life
as dervish, swirling

spinning twirling
tantalized. . .

& as it's ending
I, remembered

or slowly,
came to realize. . .

The rhythm
beyond clouded skies

the mist & veil
the endless splendor

the music in
a rain drenched night

I came to dance. . .
& I intended. . .

I came to love
I came to feel. . .

I came to share
& to surrender. . .

boy. . . could I dance. . .
& I did. . .

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In six months. . .

Contributed by elle on Friday, 27th April 2012 @ 08:21:56 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

In six months. . .
No. . . I won't be here.

(Their eyes betray
words that harvest pain.)

I believe
& yet I'll leave here. . .

hoping beyond all hope
that all I say I believe is true.

Sometimes there's pain
but sometimes numbness.

I think this phase
is self imposed.

If I scream
no one willl hear me.

If I jump
no one to grasp.

If I fight. . .
I cannot flee this.

If I loose. . .
well, I already have.

I see my tumor
giving me freedom,

some I'd never
known before.

I don't want to rush
or push on past this.

Never rushing. . .
never closing another door.

I see no loss. . .
I see much clearer.

Every moment
I hear existence.

I feel the spirit
of the wind.

I taste the sweetness
life has given. . .

& wee, obscure things
bring me joy.

I feel exhilarated
to have ever been.

In six days. . .
Now. . . I won't be here.

The truth is
that I'm (not) terrified

for is this life
as dervish, swirling

spinning twirling
tantalized. . .

& as it's ending
I, remembered

or slowly,
came to realize. . .

The rhythm
beyond clouded skies

the mist & veil
the endless splendor

the music in
a rain drenched night

I came to dance. . .
& I intended. . .

I came to love
I came to feel. . .

I came to share
& to surrender. . .

boy. . . could I dance. . .
& I did. . .

Copyright © elle ... [ 2012-04-27 08:21:56]
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Re: In six months. . . (User Rating: 1 )
by justem on Friday, 27th April 2012 @ 08:45:41 AM AEST
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well written. i hung on your every word. so sad but inspiring. You have such strength. Beautiful, positive and peaceful. Thanks for sharing

Re: In six months. . . (User Rating: 1 )
by thehotshotpoet on Friday, 27th April 2012 @ 02:04:37 PM AEST
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with out a doupt you are stronger than you believe you are give your self more credit if for no other reason than for being who you are'be proud of that at least thank you for sharing
the hot shot poet

Re: In six months. . . (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 27th April 2012 @ 06:30:10 PM AEST
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This is fiction, right? :'-(

Re: In six months. . . (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 06:09:54 AM AEST
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I'm with Tim, is this real life or fiction? It's very strong and touching.
big huggs, luv, blessings,
emy

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