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    dots Submission Name: The Intangible Nothingdots

    Author: Soul-Hugger
    ASL Info:    33/F/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 409/222/66
    Words: 237
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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       (Written Autumn 2006) Once again, this is a recent one. I hate my recent work! I haven't been able to write the same since I got clean. I depended too much on being messed up to do my writing. I think I have lost my touch and it really makes me sad. My writing is the only thing I have ever had. When I compare it to my older works, it's just not the same. Shouldn't I be getting better with age? Tell me what you think.

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    dotsThe Intangible Nothingdots

    I want to cry out to you,
    but you're not there.
    And I don't know who "you" are anyway,
    so I'll just pretend not to care.
    But this uncaring way suits me little.
    I wear my heart around my neck like a tie.
    And oh, how it drags me down!

    I am bound up tight with threads I cannot break,
    Enticed to make promises I should not make.
    It is hard to admit your life is built on a lie!

    All of my imagined lovers,
    And even my conjectured haters-
    They are all anticipated.
    (I reached out for what was closest
    When I should have waited.)

    But I know what I've lived;
    I live out what I've seen,
    And what I've seen are broken dreams;
    Broken hopes threaded through worn-out seams,
    Tattered thoughts expressed in torn blue jeans.
    Blue lives laced with a shade of gray,
    Gray lives longing to be okay.
    Insanity wrought by thoughts unexpressed,
    Caged minds waiting to be undressed.

    When all facades are stripped away and lying on the floor,
    I stand facing you naked but I still want more.

    I long for peace among my thoughts on a sultry summer day.
    I long for comfort and safety in the full sense of the way.

    I long for just one tangible something,
    and reach out in every direction,
    but I still feel....

    Submitted on 2006-11-21 00:34:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I personally, like this write a lot. I mean sure you can use things to make your writing better. People use emotions, people use their senses, people use their imagination, other people use other things. You chose what you wanted and now you're trying to break through that. That is my definition of writer's block. Transitioning your life from one thing to another like breaking up with an ex and then getting together with another that makes you sooo happy and then your writes before were only depressing, doesn't mix.

    I'm trying to stop my writer's block right now by reading some writes and this helped me a lot. So thanks man, you're an amazing writer.

    - Kyle B.
    | Posted on 2006-11-22 00:00:00 | by Namlooc20 | [ Reply to This ]
      I maijnly agree with DQ, I liked this, as it is so expressive of a particular mood and one which we might all meet from time to time, dirty, clean, whatever.
    It seems to me that you have cracked the code and are on the way in the mainstream and I guess there is no substitute for writing, writing, writing. From that will come some release and some self understanding. You must keep at it for you and for us with whom you have connected.
    Now look outside yourself and find positive things (including you) to write about - a drop of rain, a shine of the sun, a new suit, a friend, a place. They are there waiting for you. Good wishes from

    | Posted on 2006-11-22 00:00:00 | by siradrian | [ Reply to This ]
      Intangible nothing? Once again I am attracted to interesting titles.
    Well your age does not define how well you write (similarly your maturity is not measured by the number of birthdays you have celebrated), and since you have not lost the ability to write, you just need to find your motivation :)
    I would thoroughly disagree with your opinion that you've lost your touch, the very fact that you wrote such a lovely poem [and it rhymes too! ] shows you've still got it in you.
    Keep writing, I loved this one.
    | Posted on 2006-11-23 00:00:00 | by Azuire | [ Reply to This ]

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