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    dots Submission Name: Your Voice Calls Me Outdots
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    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 352
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Nostalgia
    Total Views: 1478
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    Description:
       For Jason. Memories of him, for him, by me. (his muse.) I pray he never reads this. People would talk, even though nothing really happened.


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    Your voice calls me out
    to the sun warmed cement.
    I pace the white striped lines
    and we share our laments.
    And somewhere out in the city
    you're smiling for me,
    satisfied without knowing
    what memory tells us to be.

    And when the wind numbs my fingers
    I think of how you held my hand,
    that the hours we spent in harmony
    slip away like grains of sand.
    Would you find me and fill my emptiness?
    Would you find me and reward my memeory's patience?

    *Do you remember the night and the fire,
    the smoke and the fights, the lover and the liar?
    Do you remember the dark and the morn?
    Or has the memory withered, is it weathered and worn?*

    Your voice called me out from the crowd
    and we sang our songs strong and loud.
    My fingers sometimes itch for you guitar
    and the way you made me feel like a shining star.
    Still in the moonlight, cold in the morning.
    The summer threw out that twilight without warning.

    *Chorus*

    I shook like a fire and loved like the liar
    without conscience or reservation,
    it took all your heart to bring me back to restoration.
    Does that night haunt you like the empty fire pit?
    When you feel an angry flame do you think of it
    with reverence or pain, brilliance or blame?
    If you returned to the fire would it feel the same?

    Your voice calls me out from
    the places I go to forget.
    Sudden realization makes me
    decide not to regret
    the things that never happened
    and maybe never will.
    But I can hold onto the memory
    of the fire and the moonlight,
    that stolen twilight so still.

    *Chorus*

    Would you find me and fill my emptiness?
    Would you find me and reward my memory's patience?




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      I really like this! This is so beautiful and you need to write music and share it with us*! I'm going to add this to my favorites for sure!!! I can't wait to hear it all put together with music, cohinthintugh! Luvs,
    Hannah

    *=me and whoever else is there
    | Posted on 2006-06-01 00:00:00 | by AngelOutlaw | [ Reply to This ]
      Great job on that write. As I was reading, I was also drifting away to that star lit night with the white strips on soft grass. Holding hands nothing ever really became of it. Just to different I guess none the less that was true romance and full of content. As your pome suggest you still have that thought and memory. Those memories are good for us it drives us to our destination, It teaches us what we are about and what we are willing to settle for. Me personally I miss that night. I am sure it will happen again to someone close to me,to someone I can call more then friend ahhh patience is a good thing.


    Sincerly Gannondalf aka Big Bear
    | Posted on 2006-06-26 00:00:00 | by Gannondalf | [ Reply to This ]
      I can't believe someone hasn't commented on this as yet. I enjoyed reading every single line of this poem and really I can't say that about all the poems i read usually after the 3rd line I'm bored. I loved this because i could actually see hat person and the things happening throughout the poem standing there with the wind numbing your fingers thinking baout how you held hands. I really love the simple things in a relationship the little looks then you look down at your feet lol because your still a bit shy. It spoke about things people dont really come out and say because of a little embarassment but everyone can relate. You have a nice flow to go along with it so there was nothing bad about your poem. Really good write. I hope you don't mind me sharing this with my friends because it really does deserve recognition. I smiled when i read it cause it reminded me about a relationship I use to have and I miss. If it is a song i hope i hear it someday and I will remember those word simple and unforgetable. Thank you for thios write I will be back for more.
    | Posted on 2006-05-17 00:00:00 | by wallya20 | [ Reply to This ]
      Great job on that write. As I was reading, I was also drifting away to that star lit night with the white strips on soft grass. Holding hands nothing ever really became of it. Just to different I guess none the less that was true romance and full of content. As your pome suggest you still have that thought and memory. Those memories are good for us it drives us to our destination, It teaches us what we are about and what we are willing to settle for. Me personally I miss that night. I am sure it will happen again to someone close to me,to someone I can call more then friend ahhh patience is a good thing.


    Sincerly Gannondalf aka Big Bear
    | Posted on 2006-06-26 00:00:00 | by Gannondalf | [ Reply to This ]


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