For what we have written
all seems bleak
all seems unwinding as the time passes
Awakes as it does from its grave to yet take another
wanting that freedom so badly
the love last cast shadows upon my gleaming face
forsake me oh lord
please forgive me
grant me passage
grant me.. for I weap
Carry me softly into the locker
Carry me unspeaking in my dream
in my terror
Unwilling
unwanting
Scared
unprepared for the death defying leap I have befallen to
I speak unsettlingly to the waves
waves that carry the message through the drift
All is quiet
All..is lost.
^-^
This is really good!
If were a message in a bottle,
I would feel "misplaced."
I enjoyed this,
and thank you for sharing.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
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Nice writing about a message in a bottle. I think I would feel bottled in. You have used several good images in your poem.
I do not know if you're being
I'm a little unsure if you're being sincere, with you saying you'd feel "bottled in" Haha.. , but either way i appreciate your reply and thank you for taking the time to read it.
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YES, i AM SERIOUS ABOUT YOUR POEM.
Sincerity
Anyday I'd take sincerity over melodrama....message reads: Keep writing, you will discover how to externalize what you feel and create great imagery. Wecome to PP - keepin' it positive. Sincere inside my own cryptic cynicism ~A~