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Author: lucianraven
ASL Info:    21/M/Spfld Il
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Words: 143
Class/Type: Prose /Alone
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A madman without his love is an unchained smoldering coal, kept in check by the honor of his fathers


I ponder, as I sit here in the darkness of the morning
No sounds nor sights to fuel the fires of my imagination
Yet vibrant pictures move in my mind
The softness of full red lips, or the gentleness of a touch
From a lovers eyes to a lock of fiery hair falling over ample breasts
A warm familiar laugh as I reach in the darkness
finding rough wool where her supple form should be
An empty bed yields a fuller head
Of thoughts turned dark
A farewell wave that lasts forever
A cold December sky in a graveyard where unmade memories lie
A legacy of love, tinged with the sobering truths of life
She waits for me, half a world away
While he waits for me at Valhalla's gates
Cold steel my only comfort, until I see one of them again

Submitted on 2015-09-01 06:15:21     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  "An empty bed yields a fuller head
Of thoughts turned dark"

powerful and great lines. the whole poem has a feeling of just laying in bed and longing for that person which most people in love at one time have done in the wee hours of the morning, sheets all crumpled on the bed, pillow warm on both sides from being turned in angst. The most beautiful of thoughts occur when most others are sleeping. Lovely write i really enjoyed reading it.
| Posted on 2015-09-14 00:00:00 | by Soulraven | [ Reply to This ]
  Definitely feeling the pain and longing in this one. Lady love seems worth waiting for and missing, the red soft lips almost got me thinking. Thank you for sharing this most intimate piece.
| Posted on 2015-09-01 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow this is deep. .
Kinda like that pearl Jam song
If one may be so bold to compare?

Oh where, oh where can my baby be
The Lord took her away from me. ...
An excellent piece of writing.
| Posted on 2015-09-01 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ]

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