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Array ( [sid] => 150042 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => untitled.unheard. [time] => 2009-05-20 18:37:56 [hometext] => I regret your light. (( Maybe it was best if I had died silently; beneath a shadow. )) [bodytext] =>

I remain song-less between walls.

They are white as I am black,
faceless, distilled,
reveling in the innocence I painted with longing -
I wish I could cover the stains and cracks,
the ugly shell that I endlessly shake
in hopes of hearing the tiniest clatter
of a beautiful stone.

I am infinite beneath your tormented veins for only a moment.

And darling,

your hands do not clutch at me with
the same madness,
your smile is no longer of a terrified child
but a dying god.

your legends have become empty vowels,
but I sing them with my tongueless dust,
burying a thousand suns within
my shadow mouth
to warm you

in a kiss.

in death.

I cannot love you like a man.

Nor as a woman.

But as a mirror.

-- as a fragile child.

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untitled.unheard.

Contributed by fleurdesang on Wednesday, 20th May 2009 @ 06:37:56 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I remain song-less between walls.

They are white as I am black,
faceless, distilled,
reveling in the innocence I painted with longing -
I wish I could cover the stains and cracks,
the ugly shell that I endlessly shake
in hopes of hearing the tiniest clatter
of a beautiful stone.

I am infinite beneath your tormented veins for only a moment.

And darling,

your hands do not clutch at me with
the same madness,
your smile is no longer of a terrified child
but a dying god.

your legends have become empty vowels,
but I sing them with my tongueless dust,
burying a thousand suns within
my shadow mouth
to warm you

in a kiss.

in death.

I cannot love you like a man.

Nor as a woman.

But as a mirror.

-- as a fragile child.

Copyright © fleurdesang ... [ 2009-05-20 18:37:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: untitled.unheard. (User Rating: 1 )
by Faithfully_a_Wallflower on Monday, 25th May 2009 @ 10:15:34 AM AEST
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This was incredible. By far the best poem I have read in such a long time. You can feel the raw emotion oozing out of every line you have written. It painted such a vivid picture in my mind. My favorite line in the whole poem was the very beginning: "I remain song-less between walls." That just struck me somewhere so deep. I appreciate your sharing this with the world.

-Faithfully

Re: untitled.unheard. (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Sunday, 31st May 2009 @ 07:03:27 PM AEST
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alive and well I see. This write is filled with feeling ... and despair. I like it a lot.

Re: untitled.unheard. (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Wednesday, 15th July 2009 @ 04:01:46 PM AEST
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remarkable. . . compels one to read again & again. wonderful poem. peace :) elle

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