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Author: loveispain
ASL Info:    23/f/ME
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I guess sometimes life slaps ya in the face, and it hits you with reality checks. I guess I'm just reflecting on that everything that once not...not anymore. Does it bring me to my knees...does it bring to tears to my eyes...sure...but it's called getting up and moving on. Because you have to. Because I'm worth it. Doesn't mean I don't miss all that once was. Cus I miss it like hell.


The voice that was once my world,
The musical notes of love,
That brought me back from the depths of doubt,
So many times...
Is no longer my haven,
No longer that same voice.
It's not even recognizable...
Not anymore.

The arms that caught me,
Time after time again,
The arms that caught me,
The one time it mattered most,
Haven't enclosed my body in far too long.
The hands that held mine,
In body and also in spirit,
When separated by thousands of miles,
No longer reach out for my love,
I don't even think they yearn for it...
Not anymore.

The love that kept us going for four years,
Of tears, and miles, and oceans, and wars,
Doesn't even seem to matter.
The love that powered what others deemed...
Conquered the whispers and the laughs,
And rose above all else,
For a Time. For a one great moment in time.
That love no longer seems worth it,
It's not even powerful enough to change minds,
Strong enough to endure, all that life throws.
But it was. But it was. But not...

That sparkle in my eye,
Standing there in that purple dress,
Or the smile that slowly formed,
Around the corners of your lips,
When you gently kissed my cheek,
The first hugs and endless kisses,
After months of being apart,
The whispered I love you's,
The touches in the middle of the night,
The smile that only you create,
And the feeling in my gut when I see your face,
Are all I carry with me, they are what I miss.
And they are what I tell myself to forget,
Because they are lost forever, they are not...

Submitted on 2007-03-20 21:27:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Nothing quite as painful in poetry as the lover's lament...this follows a long tradition of saddness...and is deftly handled lovely and so sad .... bravo ... bravo ... bravo ...
| Posted on 2007-04-17 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ]
I guess I have a question here for you after reading your piece. Why do you change your form from the first two stanzas in the second two? Why not keep the last line one way or the other, to make it more of a noticeable refrain? If the last words of each stanza are 'not anymore', I would suggest keeping it one way or the other. either 'not/anymore', or 'not anymore'. The change in the piece.. the speaking of the piece, the breath of the piece could work just as well either way and would deffinitely look for finished... more thought out out if you kept it one way or the other.
| Posted on 2007-03-23 00:00:00 | by DavidHirt | [ Reply to This ]
  :::Very stirring piece, and perhaps because of my situation being with a girl for 3 years and counting, imagining that all just ending would be quite a tragic thing.:::

It's not even powerful enough to change minds,
Strong enough to endure, all that life throws.

:::These two lines spoke to me with the most intensity out of the entire poem, only due to their truth. It's amazing how powerful of a bond love can be but how useless it truly is beneath it all. This piece was magnificent in my eyes, and I am most likely going to check out some of your other works.:::

:::Keep it up, as inspirational as this was I am sure you can come up with so much more.

| Posted on 2007-03-20 00:00:00 | by Geremy Smith | [ Reply to This ]

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