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An Apple from The Land of Enchantment ?
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Wilting Blossoms. barely conscious of memories,
buried beneath yesterday
piled under masks of lonely
for which i now feel, incomplete
disheartening, my ability
to set you free, haunted by
the ghost of a love, that left me
lost and out of reach.
Reflecting, in the mirror
the i told you so's, i never fail to mention.
this self pitying, burning of my heart,
from cinders to ashes, grasping frantically
for whispers of description to explain my apathy,
the fashion in which my manner speaks
is such a calculated force, of weak and fragile
that somehow, i smile,
while creating the torment
for the masochist inside me.
precise cuts, so deep and neat,
searching for an opportunity
to conquer my surreal, identity,
brave thoughts, for a heart in jeapordy.
Would I be wrong to read this as a stream of consciousness piece? I love it. The flow is so natural and yet so thought provoking, it’s rather striking. The last line’s stayed with me… “a heart in jeopardy.” Isn’t that how it always is?! Love, or even sentimental care, are so hard to come by these days, and yet when we ourselves give them away someone always seems to walk all over us. It’s tragic, it’s disturbing, it’s lethal. You play your emotions out nicely and the words almost dance on the page, because the engagement is so intense that the reader dare not look away.
Lovely title as well... wow!
never let a scattered soul hurt your heart.... some people just aren't made for this world..and i am not speaking of you. some of us do not deserve your gentle heart...not worthy. may you wake to find the sun shining on your heart..i wish for you smiles..immense pleasure...a lifetime of beauty. let the scattered go free...for we never mean the things that bring pain...may i wake in the universe where i belong for this cannot be it....
still scattered about...
ps i have some things to say but as you know this is my only outlet now sooo... i will try to say what i need to within these pages... take care of you!