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Array ( [sid] => 34141 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => beckoning [time] => 2004-02-07 01:15:42 [hometext] => ~deepest crimson when it bleeds... [bodytext] => one heart that spent an eternity in time
taking in heavy sighs upon the winds,
whilst breezes blew around its chambers
softly, harshly, passionatly until it ends,

no finer heart when it was freshly
young, so happy once upon a time,

long begone, blissed into beckoning,
storms of life where,
tattered into shards of glass its broken
pieces forgotton where they lay with nary a care,

burning ashes fell upon it, made it bleed
so severely, it forgot how to smile,
the hands of time in solitude for mending
where it has been thus, for a very long while,
why it continues to pulsate and beat so many
life pondering days above the cliffs,
it wonders if the essence of it will linger
when it ceases beating, as it sits,

in plain view; right out of sight; it
knows there are more vibrant hearts,
that beat wildly of life and love, not
wasting away, no one of which to be a part,

of laughter, warmth, and long due fairytales
for one lone heart beating life away,
upon this mystic ship of dreams, to sail
ever sinking deeper, evanescening with a sigh,

one lone teardrop blissed out
and beckoning
a cry.

|
;~:*:~;
|
.





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beckoning

Contributed by ladyfawn on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 01:15:42 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



one heart that spent an eternity in time
taking in heavy sighs upon the winds,
whilst breezes blew around its chambers
softly, harshly, passionatly until it ends,

no finer heart when it was freshly
young, so happy once upon a time,

long begone, blissed into beckoning,
storms of life where,
tattered into shards of glass its broken
pieces forgotton where they lay with nary a care,

burning ashes fell upon it, made it bleed
so severely, it forgot how to smile,
the hands of time in solitude for mending
where it has been thus, for a very long while,
why it continues to pulsate and beat so many
life pondering days above the cliffs,
it wonders if the essence of it will linger
when it ceases beating, as it sits,

in plain view; right out of sight; it
knows there are more vibrant hearts,
that beat wildly of life and love, not
wasting away, no one of which to be a part,

of laughter, warmth, and long due fairytales
for one lone heart beating life away,
upon this mystic ship of dreams, to sail
ever sinking deeper, evanescening with a sigh,

one lone teardrop blissed out
and beckoning
a cry.

|
;~:*:~;
|
.









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Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 01:30:11 AM AEST
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Beautiful, the sadness brimming throughout the poem. Lovely write, as always. :)


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by Shadow on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 01:43:54 AM AEST
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What does one say to this? a world shattered deprived from bliss. In the darkest time of woe. The broken heart begins to sew.

Tis all i can say. Good wright!


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 02:47:09 AM AEST
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wow..wow...so sad..so dark..fall of tears..my goodness..an amazing write..but a sad read
..love and good wishes my friend. ..venkat


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 03:40:04 AM AEST
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God, I know this so much ... your words strike such a chord in my heart ... a beautiful write Nessa ... Jan


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by emvyar on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 08:53:11 AM AEST
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The story is excellent !
I had a little trouble with consistency and meter. There are a few breaks in the flow and a couple of forced lines that cause us to stop and re-read...
Great poem.
em.


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 01:47:52 PM AEST
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oh Nessa this tugged at my heart strings and nestled near my heart so beautiful and flowing yet so sad.
michelle


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 06:19:56 PM AEST
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Wwoooww!
U showing out now and burning up your pen...
It's always seemed to me that when a writer bleeds thru the pen it comes 2 be a magnificent work of art......
Ggo, gggoo, ggo girll!!
Hang tuff, luv, huggs,
emy


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 09:20:06 PM AEST
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When I read your poetry Nessa its like watching a canvas being painted. Slowly it comes together so eloquently, flowing with such grace. The ending is the realization of what the poem consisted of. You write so lovely. Kie


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 10:01:33 PM AEST
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Wow Nessa, speaking heart so clear and wise, your heart bleeds upon this write, Happy be your everyday, take good care of Nessa, Love ya, Val


Re: beckoning (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 01:15:13 AM AEST
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wow this was awesome. it was so beautiful I found it hard to find the darkness at times. Ur talent definitely shines here loud and clear.

Bobo (Joel)




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