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salty sentiments


the richness of its colour
caresses my hands
in lean long lines
that define the path of my life

a silk like vice around my throat
a whole tin of dewdrops
white and disillusioned
cold and uncaring

emotions that mean nothing
and people who do.
the world,my oyster.
bursting at its seams
clouded by misty rain

a fear .
solitude?loneliness?rejection?
the boat has sunk.
its treasures all lost and forgotten
where are you when i need you so?

the threshold of despair.
and longing. molten.simple.
clear as glass
what have i come to?

an icy hand .
a spear of gold
through my brain
shivering .shuddering.
split open.violated.
what have i done?

regret?loss?
a game of the past?
a legacy of hers
lovingly piercing my thoughts
with its sting of poison ivy
what have you done?

ruined.desolate.empty.
standing at the altar of life
begging for a little mercy.
a soothing touch.
two big tears
salty sentiments.foolish.

and a tombstone that reads-
the curse of the black eye lives on.
Even the mighty fall...
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Carpe Diem... said…
i know exactly to whom this poem is dedicated to...but deary wenevr u need me i'll b there to hold u girl....thru the dark tunnel is shinnin a flashin bright light...sentiments may b salty or sweet...but the bond is wat tht matters...tkcare kid
June 8, 2007 at 9:50 PM
lavieenrose said…
true...It was written in a moment of intense...contemplation...you know what it's like to want something so desperately..and be HELD BACK by years of practice??
i am hoping the light at the end of that dark desolate tunnel is anything but an illusion :)
June 9, 2007 at 12:14 PM
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