| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 4/19/2005 5:20:29 PM | Another's Love
To throw one's self into the everlasting void of lonliness
Never to be touched
Never wanted to be understood
Never to have their heart filled with love and clarity
Always waiting at the edge
Ready to throw your body off the edge
Ready to die in an instant
Longing for true love
And yet wandering away from the kindness
The warmth of another's touch
Another's kind words
And waiting
Wanting
Needing to be needed by the one person who could fulfill every gasping fantasy or joy
Every whim of desire in your soul
And yet you stay away
Never leaning towards the truth
Always at tilt
Never cross the boundaries of another's trust
Anothers love
Defiled and bewildered
Unsure and yet knowing that someday
Somewhere
Somehow
Someone
Anyone could reach into your heart
Steal your soul
Your flesh and bones would become whole again
And once again the melody would make sense
And sound a familiar sound
Yet have the same scarred face
The same gentle shimmering of stars in their eyes
And a touch that ensures your safety
A strangers love
And yet you know it
You feel it
You become one with them
And it sets you free
Free to feel the unthinkable pleasures of another's passions
Another's love
Enveloped by darkness
Silent taps creeping from life's window
Thunderous rage is upon you like never before
You are alone, again
Scared
Confused of all Trauma's done and can do
Lifeless
And bewildered again to find no hope
No recognition of heart
No glimpse of that devine perfection that had graced your heart
And stole your essence that had already perished deep within your breast
Never knowing what to be
Always at one's imagination
Fearing the worst
Hoping for the best
Wanting the one thing that you could never have
Someone dear
Someone special
Someone to hold for all eternity
Another's love.
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| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 3/15/2006 8:55:29 AM | it's not about a tree...
it's about a serch for a perfect love, a destiny that could never be reached.
someday the earth will fall and when that day comes, I would like to feel that I have done my best to find the one that I am supposed to be with, my soulmate.
but thank you for your replies, and I look forward to the next ones. | |
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| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 4/1/2007 5:08:38 PM | (#1-3 of 35 Poetry Series)
You have 35 series of this stuff? I needed a cigarette and a Rum and coke after I finished reading this, and I don't even smoke...... IT IS DEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
......write anything that has a goat, a monkey and a nun in it? | |
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| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 4/10/2007 10:52:02 AM | | Amazing Heather...and to think I almost passed this by. Often when people think they can write they can't...so I am really impressed with what you've shared. Keep it up...I for one will read and enjoy. Thank you for that beautiful gift today. | |
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| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 4/10/2007 1:02:45 PM | A very nice piece Heather. A tip of the hat to you.
You claimed in a later post....that it was a person seeking their soul mate.
My understanding after having read the poem was that the person....emotionally or subconciously craves a soul mate, but outwardly fears and rejects real possibilites.
Just a thought. Either way, I enjoyed your work.
A woman | |
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| Poetry lost in the abyss of Woodstock, NB
Posted: 5/7/2007 2:04:07 PM | interesting possibilities, that in turn is true, but I'd have to look at my further writings to have ever gotten that point of view.....
I will post more if I can get the time to do it. | |
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that was just rude!