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[title] => Why
[time] => 2005-07-05 19:58:00
[hometext] => The resonating inquisition that plagues us all...
[bodytext] => Spinning webs of dreams from a hopeless dreamer,
A sigh sliding through my lips effortlessly,
My life consisting only of childish desires, black Depression, fleeting happiness, and endless words…
The voice of Memory dips with salty sorrow (excrement from mine eyes...)
Whispering of childhood and innocence,
Both deprived from me,
When? I can't remember...
I only remember that it's been seemingly forever since I last felt... complete.
And where can one find this so-called completion?
In a kiss?
In a touch?
In a word?
In a lie?
If so, I have endure every tantalizing joining of lips and have felt only ravenous passion,
I have bared the searing ecstasy of feather-fingertips tracing tales of sexual gratification on my flesh, and have felt only blissful abandon,
I have heard every word there is to say, and felt joy with the aftertaste of melancholy,
I have believed every lie, every sugarcoated deception that the human mind can conjure...
And all I have felt through everything...
Is incompletion, depthless emptiness,
And the resonating inquisition that plagues us all...
WHY?
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Why
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FleurdeSang
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Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 07:58:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Spinning webs of dreams from a hopeless dreamer,
A sigh sliding through my lips effortlessly,
My life consisting only of childish desires, black Depression, fleeting happiness, and endless words…
The voice of Memory dips with salty sorrow (excrement from mine eyes...)
Whispering of childhood and innocence,
Both deprived from me,
When? I can't remember...
I only remember that it's been seemingly forever since I last felt... complete.
And where can one find this so-called completion?
In a kiss?
In a touch?
In a word?
In a lie?
If so, I have endure every tantalizing joining of lips and have felt only ravenous passion,
I have bared the searing ecstasy of feather-fingertips tracing tales of sexual gratification on my flesh, and have felt only blissful abandon,
I have heard every word there is to say, and felt joy with the aftertaste of melancholy,
I have believed every lie, every sugarcoated deception that the human mind can conjure...
And all I have felt through everything...
Is incompletion, depthless emptiness,
And the resonating inquisition that plagues us all...
WHY?
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Re: Why
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by lostrelic on
Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 08:22:19 PM AEST
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| i really like the image it gave me kinda warm and fuzzy |
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Re: Why
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by LoveStruck_Hippie on
Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 08:55:44 PM AEST
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This is a nice write, something I could really relate to.
"Spinning webs of dreams from a hopeless dreamer,
A sigh sliding through my lips effortlessly,
My life consisting only of childish desires, black Depression, fleeting happiness, and endless words…"
I absolutely love this inparticular
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Re: Why
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by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 09:06:29 PM AEST
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| why not might be the answer =] soul searching very old topic thats worn out, but your style has brought it to life completely =] |
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Re: Why
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by DorianChambers on
Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 11:11:15 AM AEST
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If this were a painting it would be a Da Vince
and that word, Why, you have hit the
proverbial nail on the head, you are a writters
writter, exploring the depths of emotion as a
scoober diver explores the wonderious
mysteryies of the sea . . . Bravo! **********
Ben |
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Re: Why
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by SensitiveSoAbused on
Friday, 29th July 2005 @ 07:52:02 PM AEST
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Another poem that fills my brain with vivid pictures and my heart with wrenching emotions....
Spinning webs of dreams from a hopeless dreamer,
A sigh sliding through my lips effortlessly,
My life consisting only of childish desires, black Depression, fleeting happiness, and endless words
i also adore that line...
I only remember that it's been seemingly forever since I last felt... complete.
And where can one find this so-called completion?
In a kiss?
In a touch?
In a word?
In a lie?
If so, I have endure every tantalizing joining of lips and have felt only ravenous passion,
I have bared the searing ecstasy of feather-fingertips tracing tales of sexual gratification on my flesh, and have felt only blissful abandon,
I have heard every word there is to say, and felt joy with the aftertaste of melancholy,
I have believed every lie, every sugarcoated deception that the human mind can conjure...
this set my stomach in knots for i know presicely what you feel... steamy passion and gasps and knuckles clenching and nails in back and teeth...
but it is empty and so are you, laying there beside a stranger, feeling your dignity and self-respect dripping down your thigh...
and why is it done?
why lust for such passion when such hollowness is consequential?
it is all in the search for a bond of heart to heart that always seems to end up breaking, and breaking your heart with it...
Delicious eloquence, another sadly sexy poem by a beautiful writer beset with angst and anguish unfortune...
I have bared the searing ecstasy of feather-fingertips tracing tales of sexual gratification on my flesh,
that is my favorite line... beautiful and sensual, graphic and sexual....
keep it up.. i love every word that flows from your mind, my sweet love... |
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