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    dots Submission Name: Speakingdots

    Author: keyverse
    Elite Ratio:    4.97 - 9/6/6
    Words: 819
    Class/Type: Poetry/Venting
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       I don't necessarilly like john mayer, but i like this song, and it helped me to write this poem.

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    "When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
    The waking up is the hardest part
    You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
    And for a moment, you can hardly breath
    Wondering was she really here
    Was she standing in my room
    No she’s not
    Cuz she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone"

    Sometimes I feel like
    I’m falling in love with a memory
    Cuz every so often I find myself alone
    Rereading the faded words of a hastily erased poem
    Revisiting soliloquy’s long since buried
    In hopes of resurrecting feelings no longer there
    Placing my pen’s ink in the faded foot prints of scarred letters
    Trying to make their meanings more clear
    But only reliving the heart break of poems
    With fairy tale beginnings to which I love to listen
    A knight, chasing a maiden with the grace of an apparition
    Slipping in and out of my cognition
    Had my every thought paying you honorable mention
    Its like, you were on a mission to conquer my spirit
    And you did it
    Defense mechanisms falling like the was of Berlin
    Did you hear it
    When my apprehension gave way and I let you in
    When I committed the biggest mistake of my existence
    The memories play over, and over, again
    Their tap against my past reminiscent of the hands of a lock
    Tic tock ticking as I sit her listening
    To the footsteps of time walking away
    Body like a dial but heart like sand
    No wonder it was able to slip through my hands
    But why couldn’t you stay
    Stay long enough to build castles that we could’ve convinced ourselves were made of clay
    So when It was high tide by this ocean of tears cried
    It wouldn’t be swept away
    It would stand strong
    But sometimes harsh words roll off the tongue like tsunami waves
    I’ve always been one to let my insecurities get the best of me
    Yet you were the one who got past my impurities in order to see the rest of me
    And you resilience arrested me
    But to this day
    I can’t say if the memory I’m holding onto is the real you or a wraith
    Your written tears sound more like a siren song when I turn the page
    Sweet notes of passion leading me astray
    Into memories of cliché love letters and weekend getaways
    But honestly
    I follow willingly
    Because although my heart belongs to another
    I can’t seem to forget you as my lover
    And at the end of the day
    You’re the one I want to hold on to
    Cuz there’s just something about her hug,
    and her touch
    That reminds me so much of you
    Yet lacks the substance that triggers the subsequent feelings yours do
    Or did
    Her embrace could never hold me closer than your words
    Spoken so softly my soul strained to hear
    Remember, when I told you that fingertips were the lips of the spirit
    And that speaking is freedom
    So when those thoughts were stuck on your chest
    My caress had the power to free them
    Breaking down misconceptions with mere reflections on what created them
    Finding the hidden connections between imperfections you never knew existed
    Until that untrained ear that listened,
    Listed and related them
    Voices like ink pens as we inked in our frustrations on each other’s skin
    Until we blotted eyes and wiped tears like a proof read conversation
    It’s funny
    Funny how pain stained tears can be shed in elation
    When said in relation to what’s on our hearts
    And not just on our minds
    My soul shudders at the thought of having you near
    Having you here
    So we can once again embrace
    And taste the sweet nectar of infatuation called conversation
    While only traversing each others unspoken words
    Hearts open to the free verse of our nerves
    Trembling and shaking from anticipation of the next time we could converse
    In hushed emotions that would forever go unheard
    Cuz true communication can only be felt
    Only be experienced
    speaking sounds deceivingly simple
    But you’d be surprised how hard lives are to get into
    We bottle up pain until even our smiles are vengeful
    Which is why after all we’ve been through
    I can still say I miss you
    And that your worth the second look
    The most rewritten poem in my poetry book

    "Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
    Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
    Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
    Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?
    Would you get them if i did?
    No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone," gone, gone

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    This is a pretty interesting read! I love the first bit with all the "falling in love with a memory" and all. Thinking about it now, the memory you are falling in love with is a person and not an actual memory memory, but a person who has now become a memory? (I hope that makes sense!!)
    This kinda makes me sad too and I can relate to it... Sad in that your "heart belongs to another" but you can't get this other person out of your head! Like you can't move on... I must make a Katy Perry reference and say this reminds me of the song "Thinking Of You" because it's all about the guy (or in this case, girl) that was like -the best- and now anything else in comparison just doesn't live up to any other expectation.
    The poetry metaphor exists pretty much only in the beginning and end, and I thought that the transition between the poetry and then describing this person was a bit rushed... but that's just my opinion.
    The bit with the erased poem it's like trying to forget, but you don't want to forget, so re-reading it I can totally relate to that.
    Aww, love the line:
    "The most rewritten poem in my poetry book"

    trying to forget this person? But at the same time not wanting to forget, therefore, rewriting it.

    Sorry if it seems like I rambled... I just had a million thoughts about this and managed to scrape most of them into... something. I'm not sure if I'm much of a help, but I like this poem, so...
    Thank you for sharing! :]
    | Posted on 2010-11-21 00:00:00 | by EshyFishy | [ Reply to This ]

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