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Sin_and_Sorrow
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Fri 02/10/12 05:05 PM
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Finger Painting
Mere thoughts In the corner of the room Alone, yet ever wishing I sit here and I watch Peering out my window You are living a lie Becoming scarred and battered Forgetting all life’s work Papers now torn and scattered Just start loving and living The only things that ever mattered You are the Alice Found in distinct curiosity An intruder in my Wonderland Mere words Leaving this echo, echo In a heart that is hollow Finger painting All across my soul It’s time for a confession But shh, not too loud The skeletons are getting restless As the masses gather Always play the mindless As they merge Outside these hollowed doors A voice that screams Just for something more Yet I am unable to be the killer The knife slowly hits the floor I’m far too weak To settle the score Trapped in thoughts Memories I adore Mere whispers Torment creeps in I can’t control The feelings burning inside Time; the weapon of nature As sadness turns to anger Anger grows to fury Why must you always Pray for a prince while.. Always picking the villain While the hero rests in ashes There is no sunshine today Yet even if there was You can never feel its warmth While being stuck Within another’s shadow Mere hope I found you searching Hunting for the thing called love How can you truly expect to find it If you forever search In hearts filled with hate What must I do To get you to look this way Take a bullet To save you the pain I would do it Swallow and devour your sadness To save you the sorrow I would do it I’d burn this world to the ground If only you’d dance by my side Please, just save me One last kiss Mere words Disturbing yet refined Leaving an echo, echo In a hollow heart I now know why I cry As I give my confession You are the source The source of my painful depression You play the tyrant To my oppression You are the cause Of my traumatic obsession Maybe it is all just a dream As I tempt the insanity If it not for your innocence It’d be enough to create a nightmare You are still my Alice Invading my Wonderland Simply finger painting All across my soul Swoooh... >.> (c) Copyright - 2012 Midnight Reveries Studios 2010 - Present All Rights Reserved |
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All I have to say is WOW
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Yeah I say wow too..Loved it..
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Thanx Mom. :)
Hey Ainjel. :D ..and thanks. It's so... long. :O |
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Very moving.
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Very moving. Thank you. :) I wonder.. What's everyone actually getting from it? Just curious. |
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I got several things from it but the one that sticks out most is the loving of something we can not have
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I got several things from it but the one that sticks out most is the loving of something we can not have Yes, yes. Interesting. :) Mkay. :D |
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:)
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It's breathtaking.
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It's breathtaking. ..glad you like it. :) |
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I got several things from it but the one that sticks out most is the loving of something we can not have Yes, yes. Interesting. :) Mkay. :D Yes and yet more than that. Not just loving, but the desire and the obsession that leads to torment and not knowing what to do with that feeling. I know! Write a poem. It is very good. |
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I got several things from it but the one that sticks out most is the loving of something we can not have Yes, yes. Interesting. :) Mkay. :D Yes and yet more than that. Not just loving, but the desire and the obsession that leads to torment and not knowing what to do with that feeling. I know! Write a poem. It is very good. Yes! That's what I was looking for but the words escaped me. |
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I read the poem again and here is the story I got from it.
You love a woman who is bound or married to an abusive spouse of her own choosing. Its the age old story of a woman who always passes by the "nice guy" and falls for the not so nice guy who abuses her and makes her unhappy. She may even solicit sympathy from a neighbor or a friend and that neighbor or friend falls in love with her, wants to protect her wants to be loved by her but knows it will never happen... because she forever chooses the bad boy. |
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My favorite. That is all I have to say!
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I read the poem again and here is the story I got from it. You love a woman who is bound or married to an abusive spouse of her own choosing. Its the age old story of a woman who always passes by the "nice guy" and falls for the not so nice guy who abuses her and makes her unhappy. She may even solicit sympathy from a neighbor or a friend and that neighbor or friend falls in love with her, wants to protect her wants to be loved by her but knows it will never happen... because she forever chooses the bad boy. :D |
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Made me think of the movie..."Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...Excellent SinSin...you do special proud!!!
TY for sharing!! |
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My favorite. That is all I have to say! ..really? ..over your last favorite? :O |
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Made me think of the movie..."Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...Excellent SinSin...you do special proud!!! TY for sharing!! ...Mr. Goodbar? :O Never heard of it? Thanks. :D ..I do special proud? o.o |
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Made me think of the movie..."Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...Excellent SinSin...you do special proud!!! TY for sharing!! ...Mr. Goodbar? :O Never heard of it? Thanks. :D ..I do special proud? o.o Your poetry is special.... Storyline to the movie "Looking for Mr. Goodbar"...good girl needs bad boy..... Theresa is a successful teacher of deaf children during the day but after a short unhappy affair starts to spend her nights cruising bars. Her craving first for sex but later also for drugs leads into increasingly demeaning and dangerous situations completely at odds with her daytime commitment to her children. |
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