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The silence of the morning is echoing within my soul
And where you once stood proud now you’ve no control
And my heart it beats still and slow
My eyes are frozen with nowhere to go
My breath iterates the way that I feel
Shallow and hushed and less than ideal
And my pen it shakes in the grip of my hand
Pensive with pain but I know where I stand
Lost and wanting in a world of disconnect
Letting go of a love that lacked mutual respect
A way with words which makes
A way with words which makes me wonder what wonderful writings will wander away without my knowledge.
:)
sometimes when I am falling asleep I start writing a poem in my head but am too sleepy, exhuasted, or lazy to get a pen, and the poem is lost for good
Much Love
Ashley
Two quotes from the same poet one is in nitelites post
"...I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep!
in slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore,
I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er
thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep.
to drown my sobs and still my spirit — o!
no boon but thine abysmal bed avails;
poppied oblivion from thy mouth exhales
and through thy kisses floods of Lethe flow.
so to my doom, henceforward my desire,
I shall submit as one predestinate;..."
Lewis Piaget Shanks, Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, 1931)
Not very sure if this comment is appropriate
©bishu
:)
thank you dear friend :)
Much Love
Ashley
It reminds me of how it feels
It reminds me of how it feels to watch and know someone you love is falling completely apart. It's a very helpless feeling. ...or so, it has been for me.
When they cannot see it and are a million miles away from the truth...but it is clear to you they are sinking deeper, and because of that, you have to let go and watch them sink.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
WOW!
okay my love you are sooo keen. That is BANG on where I was at, what I was feeling, and what I was thinking when this was written. Like literally you have NO IDEA! I don't know how you did it, you just knew :)
Much Love
Ashley
Can't help but think of
Can't help but think of this... when it's happening... it is not our fault... but it feels like we are being neglectful... but we AREN'T... it's just there is nothing we can do after seeing that moment of truth.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/ashes_twisted/poem/975818
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:) Plato's cave
once you know you can't unknow, shadows will never be real again, they will always be shadows ;)
Much Love
Ashley
WOW! this one begs for words
WOW! this one begs for words though I dont have the right ones to do it justice but its one of your BEST! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
WOW!
best!? all in caps!? really? thanks smoothie....I am at a loss for words...what makes it best?
Much Love
Ashley
Im steeling myself up for an
Im steeling myself up for an essay... I will give it the time it deserves so watch this space my dear but to start off the rhyme is not forced nor rythm tone and pitch... hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
no the rythm is not forced,
no the rythm is not forced, it was written this way, with pena nd paper, in fact it came so strong and fast that the next line was said in my head sometimes before the last word of the current line was written down, I almost didn't get the poem down, it just popped up in my brain and was urgent, had to be penned, you know?
Much Love
Ashley