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The Other doth Bleed
Ankle weights, cinched round tight
shaped as palms
staggered in pain.
Brain distant, air in fight,
For life of me
all thought falls wane,
As ankle's scrape a bloody stain.
Avoirdupois' disdain, naught else inside.
Nostalgia's pass by
on wings of time.
One bubble break, of love found late.
Bits of aura fade to die-
I small-hand hold you
in your cry,
"please. rise from saddened state?"
(I'll ever touch you, inside)
Love tries hard, beats so strong
with you? I "belonged"
was lavished well, in life.
If nothing else to you known-
You've always felt as home, reposed.
So le'go my hand,
I adore you, my man!
Let waves finish their work
my arms ache, tired 'n sore.
Albatross pulls feet, in jerk.
With my last breath..on your eyes
I somber float
to ends of sea.
Hearts linked forever,
though one freed, the other doth bleed.
Know you've ended, my endless search.
Time floats on...in spun body's lurch.
Published 5th Jun 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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5th Jun 2015 1:28pm
5th Jun 2015 2:40pm
A wow from you speaks volumes lady, ty-ty
*Smiles by hour to see you here!
take care huns
~d
*Smiles by hour to see you here!
take care huns
~d
Anonymous
5th Jun 2015 2:06pm
i've been trying to comment on this all morning... i'm also kinda stuck with a wow. and maybe a damn this is good... sadly nothing more articulate than that
5th Jun 2015 2:45pm
Aww..your loss of articulation makes me
happier with my dark-somber by minute ;)
Ty, my dearest brained-vernacular of yum'd word-flavor!
mwahs fer poppin'
~d
happier with my dark-somber by minute ;)
Ty, my dearest brained-vernacular of yum'd word-flavor!
mwahs fer poppin'
~d
Anonymous
5th Jun 2015 3:48pm
I have to echo the ladies with WOW..because there is so much to absorb, I hesitate to misstep but will say love the line from the title especially. "Hearts linked forever, though one freed, the other doth bleed." Reminds me of being the one bleeding especially, though perhaps a time or two I was freed as well, but still not sure looking back that those were love, so not relevant..great write d..
5th Jun 2015 4:08pm
Thankies fer strokin' my dark, sweets!
harsh write..and a "wtf you thinkin'??"
to myself, waking to remember my post. ha!
That bleed lets on to sting, ty fer warmin' my
page, darlin'!
mwahs
~d
harsh write..and a "wtf you thinkin'??"
to myself, waking to remember my post. ha!
That bleed lets on to sting, ty fer warmin' my
page, darlin'!
mwahs
~d
Darksighs, luv ~ :-*
I've come and read this poem now o'er and o'er and o'er again. Tis quite a journey for me for I, you see, was 16 when I was on the other side of this equation. Relinquishing. My heart. My mother.
The universe, it is a funny thing, I swear. I write a poem just now that touches on this thing a bit, but not like you. Oh no. You have somehow reached into the essence of it and pulled out the most needful of things and for this I thank you in ways I can never repay, luv. :-*
I remember realizing she was in such insufferable, consuming, harrowing pain one day and determining then to pray no longer for her continued life; rather, I prayed for what would be best for her, ultimately, whatever that was. I'll spare you my subsequent crisis of faith after her demise. :-p
My point is that, mayhap, for the first time you've brought me a perspective that includes, viscerally, such peace and release for her and I can never thank you enough for that, luv. Never enough, you extraordinary poet whose pen is mighty indeed and parts the veils twixt death and life and time. You are a luminary, a diviner. You touch the soul effortlessly...
I've come and read this poem now o'er and o'er and o'er again. Tis quite a journey for me for I, you see, was 16 when I was on the other side of this equation. Relinquishing. My heart. My mother.
The universe, it is a funny thing, I swear. I write a poem just now that touches on this thing a bit, but not like you. Oh no. You have somehow reached into the essence of it and pulled out the most needful of things and for this I thank you in ways I can never repay, luv. :-*
I remember realizing she was in such insufferable, consuming, harrowing pain one day and determining then to pray no longer for her continued life; rather, I prayed for what would be best for her, ultimately, whatever that was. I'll spare you my subsequent crisis of faith after her demise. :-p
My point is that, mayhap, for the first time you've brought me a perspective that includes, viscerally, such peace and release for her and I can never thank you enough for that, luv. Never enough, you extraordinary poet whose pen is mighty indeed and parts the veils twixt death and life and time. You are a luminary, a diviner. You touch the soul effortlessly...
6th Jun 2015 11:10am
Oh sweetest heart, you have made my morning, my days, my weeks with your words..have much suffer goin' on and this was such a healthy release fer me as well.
Was drawn in ache to this bravery of yours:
"..I prayed for what would be best for her, ultimately, whatever that was.."
~selfless heart you are, and just reading you, I know many others who feel the same.
You have warmed me to turns and back. Sweet blessings I send up for your mother and lay my smiles at your feet. So touching, ty!
~d
Was drawn in ache to this bravery of yours:
"..I prayed for what would be best for her, ultimately, whatever that was.."
~selfless heart you are, and just reading you, I know many others who feel the same.
You have warmed me to turns and back. Sweet blessings I send up for your mother and lay my smiles at your feet. So touching, ty!
~d
6th Jun 2015 4:16pm
Thank you, darksighs, luv, though selfless is not an appellation for me as I am prone to human flaws and frailty and err... :-p
Certainly, if you read me, you will see I tend rather to be a voluptuary. ;-p
Anyway, I thank you greatly for seeing this as and terming it bravery. My most tender heart of hearts thanks you, luv. :-*
Certainly, if you read me, you will see I tend rather to be a voluptuary. ;-p
Anyway, I thank you greatly for seeing this as and terming it bravery. My most tender heart of hearts thanks you, luv. :-*
