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Author Name: Freedino e 2 Comments
Date Added: March 17, 2010 17:03:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I've searched inside this rhyme of mine,
And thought about the kind, the time,
Of questions I wold ask you, if I could...

Researched my reflection there,
Alone with just my mirror here,
Directions that I'd go, or feel I should..

No way that I can decide how,
To hold, keep you beside me now,
And make you know what I want you to hear...

Nothing comes into my thought,
This poem, nothing to you brought,
To take you, show you, hold you, keep you near...

A poet only uses pain,
Like dark clouds that release the rain,
And so I sit here drowning in the storm...

To tell you don't, leave me alone,
I know you won't pick up the phone,
To offer shelter in, and keep me warm...

And save my cold, and naked heart,
To have it beat, to make it start,
To live again, which only you can do...

I die a little more each day,
It breaks my brittle soul away,
That falls to pieces, to the floor for you...

These lines of love, too late I write,
My eyes too tired, from the sight,
Of empty pages, filled with empty word...

I've dropped my pen, turned out the lamp,
I've stopped, but when will dark and damp,
Consume me, and the things my mind has heard...

No use, I now have self been told,
The fuse now lit, the match I hold,
And time for me, is burning to my end...

To burn this pain inside my head,
And yearn for rain, the storm now dead,
My rhyme, you see, I cannot even send...

Afraid my word, unread will stay,
And go unheard, eyes look away,
Crumpled, thrown out, tossed with all the rest...

Dismembered by receiving hand,
Remembered, but as grains of sand,
To small to place the pieces back to one...

I know it's all been said before,
It lies in bits upon the floor,
And swept out with the dust, that was my love...

I'll go, not call, not write and then,
If only all was right, again,
I've wept, and lost the trust, once held above...

Held above the now that is,
The love now gone, and how I miss,
The way we used to be, and now is lost...

Still the things caught in my mind,
Reveal, but rings, brought as this rhyme,
Reveals my broken heart, and what it's cost...

I know the last verse penned to you,
Won't show the sorrow that comes through,
The poem that I write, won't reach you now...

The lines lost, pen is gone to me,
Mind is crossed, but longs to see,
The eyes that read, things I could teach, somehow...

And all it is, is how I feel,
So small is this, to what is real,
Keeps me here, to what I know is gone...

Gone for you, and I as well,
No word will do, but I can't tell,
Leaves me in fear, to that I'll go alone...

Parted now, once intertwined,
Insanity, within my mind,
Alone within my shattered nightmare dreams...

Passed too swift to comprehend,
Lost, to drift to my sad end,
This poets word all tattered now, it seems...

Not even able now, to stop,
My grieving pen, that now I drop,
To bleed the ink, as blood, upon my floor...

As bleeding heart does bleed for you,
And taking all I need, or do,
To crush me, rush me, I can take no more...

No more of dark, and endless night,
The forlorn stark, relentless fright,
My eyes looking backward just to see..

Lonely,lost inside my page,
The only rest I'll have is age,
The sad goodbyes, a poet left to me...

dean evans 7-18-08

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Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on March 18, 2010 06:02:38 AM Report
With out a doubt Dean this is one of the best poems I have read in a long time the flow, rhyme and continuity are second to none,it was not only a pleasure to read but also I feel a privilage of sorts and going to my add to my favs~Graham.
Comment By: FreeMoonStar on March 18, 2010 03:27:24 AM Report
Sad this Dino.. I felt the pain...  You bring forth wonderful imagery always inside your pieces..





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