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Exorcism of the Heart
I need you to leave, to leave my heart,
And from my dreams you must part.
For your not here, you are gone,
I desperately need my heart to move on.
But my heart is trapped, it is entombed,
Engulfed in sorrow, I’m being consumed.
Cowardly my feelings I did not show,
So my love for you, you’ll never know.
I really wish that I could turn back time,
But the changes I’d make would be a crime.
For you’ve moved on and I’ve stood still,
The happiness you’ve found I could not kill.
Leave my heart, please be gone,
So that maybe tomorrow I can move on.
Sean
I need you to leave, to leave my heart,
And from my dreams you must part.
For your not here, you are gone,
I desperately need my heart to move on.
But my heart is trapped, it is entombed,
Engulfed in sorrow, I’m being consumed.
Cowardly my feelings I did not show,
So my love for you, you’ll never know.
I really wish that I could turn back time,
But the changes I’d make would be a crime.
For you’ve moved on and I’ve stood still,
The happiness you’ve found I could not kill.
Leave my heart, please be gone,
So that maybe tomorrow I can move on.
Sean
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Literature
The more I lost..
The more I lost,
The more I can't focus,
The more I can't leave,
I couldn't changed my new self,
I know that,
It's so unfair when you can't find a way,
To say sorry,
To be friends again,
Forgotable,
Stupidable,
The more I began to losing,
I felt like...
I lost a sadness,
I couldn't cry, or scream for forgiveness.
But one thing I didn't lose is...
The tear of the day when I was born.
Literature
Lost Song
I used to think myself grand in the face of the abstract.
I thought myself a poet, a knitter of words which together would create something like music to the eyes, drumming its rhythm in time with heartbeats and telling stories of love that almost was—of heartbreak that was very real at the time, and of thoughts that then seemed profound but—looking back—are laughable.
And I missed the words. They always seemed one step (or several steps—perhaps miles) ahead of me, and I wanted to run after them, to delve into their secrets and wade in their meanings. Alas, I was not worthy then, nor now, and whether or not I can eve
Literature
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the slight upturn of his lip, ever so subtle, you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. something like that. the way his hands grab hold of yours, the exhaustion in his eyes. there’s only so much fatigue a body can hold, after all. black nail polish on his hands, multiple ear piercings, cassette tapes in his jeans pockets, jacket stained with acrylic paint but he isn’t ever going to divulge that story. sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll smile at you with all of his teeth. he’s narrow and frail and his heart is ever so tender, and you’ve been breaking it without quite meaning to, again and again and again. not this time. he gives himself over to you, and you take him, ever so gracefully. one more leap of faith in a whole damned city of it. you kiss the hollow of his throat, watch him close his eyes. you tell him you’re going to devour him, and oh, you’re rewarded with that smile. that smile.
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Ok a new poem, this was written a few months ago and for some reason I completely forgot about it. it’s a love poem of sorts, it’s about falling for the wrong girl, yes a reoccurring theme with me as I do that quite a lot. And how the narrator needs to purge the feelings from their heart so they can ‘move on’. Yes it is autobiographical I have this tendency to fall hopelessly for the wrong person and it can take a long time to purge them from my heart so I can start again.
Anyway enough of the rant and enjoy the poem.
Sean
Anyway enough of the rant and enjoy the poem.
Sean
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critque:
great title; caught my eye or else i wouldnt be reading it.
i like the words you choose for your rhyme but dont let rhyme over shadow rhythm, rhythm is what makes the poem flow and all too often people over look it for rhyme. alot of the time this results in the poem being forced. a good way to keep an eye on rhythm is counting syllables.
this next part isnt really important but you have it classified as fixed, which technically is true but also it could be saved as a sonnet as well. 14 lines. but overall a very enjoyable poem
great title; caught my eye or else i wouldnt be reading it.
i like the words you choose for your rhyme but dont let rhyme over shadow rhythm, rhythm is what makes the poem flow and all too often people over look it for rhyme. alot of the time this results in the poem being forced. a good way to keep an eye on rhythm is counting syllables.
this next part isnt really important but you have it classified as fixed, which technically is true but also it could be saved as a sonnet as well. 14 lines. but overall a very enjoyable poem