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  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    I cannot write strong words right now
    I am too deep in sorrow,
    My heart – a wound, you stabbed a sword
    Right into the middle.

    The size of blade I cannot tell
    I am not conscious any longer,
    My body – a shell, as I fell
    Broken, crushed, is it now over?

    For quite some time I was just fine
    Until I used my mouth,
    Uttered words of two short lines
    Eager for the truth.

    I lied that time when you denied
    This love you don´t want to share,
    Pretend´ to sleep, not see your fear
    As I wouldn´t really care.

    The dreadful pain inside my brain
    You could push aside,
    Blow away all thoughts and prayers
    Before those two collide.

    I´m writing letters to my boy
    The only one to reach,
    My gleaming future, the only joy,
    Still living in my speech.

    I ask you now, my Jake, my light,
    How come that I can feel
    Your heart beat calm just next to mine
    Your soul is here, it´s real.

    Is there a move you will do next?
    Again, you´re somewhere else…
    I cannot breathe, it´s in my chest,
    Must I hold your face?

    It is hard to tell how long i´ll stay
    Before emotions run me over,
    I´ll fight the fate up to that day
    When i´m declared a soldier.
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Best poem I've seen on here. Ever.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    it is most honest one...

    thank you for reading it
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    It´s all a word and word is all,
    You feel, you chase,
    You kill, you hate,
    Goes on and on and never stops.
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Why tonight everybody needs to be upset?
    Why hurt each other, when we wouldn´t want the pay back?
    How many questions are there still to ask?
    How many times I have to fall for that?

    Between the time exchanging lines,
    So many precious moments passed you by,
    Not now, but many years ahead
    You will cry for minutes so wastefully spent.

    Pain´s a bitch
    Trust me, I know ´her´ very well;
    But every time she comes around
    I fight less, and less, and less…
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I agree, exhale. In fact I might
    be said to be ungrungy, for I don't
    get upset or angsty: I don't fight
    too much, and this, my little font
    of inspiration springs from love, at base.
    Okay, I can be like a bull at times
    But all I mean to do is coax some grace
    from people, so they wave their cloak of rhymes
    just like a matador who has the crowd
    in thrall. Exhale, you have a poet's heart
    And while the would-be poets shout out loud
    about their deep profundity, your art
    Outfames theirs: wise, reflective, thoughtful, true.
    That's my sonnet-tribute, here, for you.

    :)
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    ...speechless

    thank you
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    No other way I will be able to get over,
    Some might not want to read it because the tone is of black colour.
    I need to heal the lesion caused by your possession
    Of rules, and laws, and facts, and norms…
    I wish so much I could accuse you for being the inconstant,
    Committing errors, unforgettable mistakes, blunders that outstand;
    With reason that would suit me I´d read some texts by Whitney,
    Listen to her lessons and then I´d turn to Sidney.
    But now I cannot judge you for fighting all your fears,
    Renouncing therefor everything what has in past been seen.
    Future memories you called the thoughts
    You saw them right in front of you,
    So alive, you said, they were to few
    Standing out completely from the mass.
    Please, undo the curse that lies upon my body,
    ……………..


    ***i need you all out there to complete the last line!***

    the limited knowledge has finally won the victory over my mind
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    The line will come.
    Originally posted by exhale
    No other way I will be able to get over,
    Some might not want to read it because the tone is of black colour.
    I need to heal the lesion caused by your possession
    Of rules, and laws, and facts, and signs…
    I wish so much I could accuse you for being the inconstant,
    Committing errors, unforgettable mistakes, blunders that outstand;
    With reason that would suit me I´d read some texts by Whitney,
    Listen to her lessons and then I´d turn to Sidney.
    But now I cannot judge you for fighting all your fears,
    Renouncing therefor everything what has in past been seen.
    Future memories you called the thoughts
    You saw them right in front of you,
    So alive, you said, they were to few
    Standing out completely from the mass.
    Please, undo the curse that lies upon my body,
    ……………..


    ***i need you all out there to complete the last line!***

    the limited knowledge has finally won the victory over my mind
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    A friendly bump all the way to deserved prominence of place at the top of the poetry forum, for my favourite thread.

    :)
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    A friendly bump all the way to deserved prominence of place at the top of the poetry forum, for my favourite thread.

    :)

    you are not being serious, are you ?

    :)

    this should be my sentence among the miraculous works of yours, Pfor. Fins (I kinda got used to this name when addressing you :D )

    yet another day... time for a revision

    :)
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    On the 2nd day I could breathe in
    Save myself from drowning in this masquerade of sin.
    With raising here my voice again
    I´m telling you! that I wasn´t really trained to sing
    Odes and hymns, of me adoring only you.
    Where would my place be,
    If devoting my entire life to thee,
    What is there to gain for me?
    My mind has lately been preoccupied
    With doubled scenes of past events, present, and the future,
    I am choosing one,
    And that is now,
    Being egocentric,
    You better try to cope with it, somehow.
    People are creating world as one by one,
    If I´m thinking rationally that means
    That I shall too, be count´.
    In the past few times, you said, you have relaxed,
    Clamed down,
    I think it should be my turn now to let go,
    Exhale.
    I´m not marching on my own in rows
    Of similar ideas, distinct hopes, and prayers,
    Many there are still of us,
    Who are, by melting past traditions, creating a new science.
    Entering the world alone,
    With less experience as you have,
    Could, what you and I, both want to feel,
    A family be said?
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    One more night survived
    With forceful dreams and fears,
    Many there are still to fight,
    I hope that no one hears
    The nervous blood forcing through my veins,
    Screaming as it staunches.
    I am here...
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    "The roar that lives on the other side of silence..."

    You write well. I hear echoes of the deepest roars in literature, here.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    nice, exhale...
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    thank you, Pasta

    haven´t heard from you for quite some time...
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    "The roar that lives on the other side of silence..."

    You write well. I hear echoes of the deepest roars in literature, here.

    you really know how to put it in words, don´t you?

    thank you, as always Prof. Fins :)

    btw, i really liked your last two poems in your thread. twisted, makes you think...
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    aw, and off the record...

    Germany is out! :D:D:D
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by exhale
    thank you, Pasta

    haven´t heard from you for quite some time...

    i'm sorry :(

    i'll try to keep up :D
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    i'm sorry :(

    i'll try to keep up :D

    looking forward to it :)
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.

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