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    dots Submission Name: Lanterndots

    Author: Crestfallenman
    ASL Info:    24/M/CA
    Elite Ratio:    4.45 - 622/961/454
    Words: 207
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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    In some irrelevant manner, I seem to find patterns of my life encompassing so many other experiences that I should have had. The regret of how much life I let pass me, the loss of everything I once cherished, the haunting of all the friends I lost to tragedy...

    I try so hard to understand what time is always telling me. Life and its infinite amount of changing revolutions...I try to grasp the reality of things that you deathly desire can't be, I accept the justification for other wrong doings, but can't seem to devoid the delusion that keeps me from slipping into the realm of my silence...I failed, fell hard, and faded within the dark, but the smiles you left me, the moment that may have never been, was imprinted on my soul....

    Now I have to live the farewell of a thousand miles....If I could only have one night to tell the momentary madness that keeps me from the darkest shadows of my heart...If I could be strong enough to grab your hand....And have the capacity within to understand....

    If I fall within this darkness, don't let the light you hold burn out...Burn as bright...Please just burn as bright..

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      Alex, There is a reason for the cliché of "hind sight is 20-20". Youth makes us in a hurry to be free, but we never really are because we carry baggage with us. Looking back can make you crazy and that one person that maybe you should have held on to, well maybe, but there are hundreds of people out there to love. Just not in the same way, and sometimes hindsight can show you that is a very good thing.
    I seem to have lived this one in all it's technicolor goriness of love.
    It's good to see you are still around. I'm back to haunt the place for a while and see who shows up. BTW when did you last update your profile. It seems like you've been here longer than your profile age would suggest. I'm feeling a bit old today.
    | Posted on 2015-01-23 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]
      In the heart of a true poet there lies such... but one lives countless lives, endless beginnings which touch from time to time. Within one blink lives another lifetime where nothing more than fleeting memories or simple impressions manifest which may be captured but not, it seems held. That ineffable essence which poets long to convey, to share - is guarded by jealous angels whose job it is to only allow us but a sprinkle from time to time... as if with so much fairy dust.
    | Posted on 2015-01-21 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]

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