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Published: 2001-08-31 04:07:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 183; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 17
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Paths lay arranged beforelike shattered shards of
some cosmic mirror.
Each reflecting a broken future
that is not now, will not be,
but might have been once.
Just as sharp as broken glass
a crimson trickle starts where
I pricked my hand on my future/past/present.
Bleeding turns to healing
healing turns to indifference
indifference turns to forgetting.
Always remembering the good things,
but never the solutions nor the snares.
So I fall.
Again, and again and again.
Same stupid mistakes over and over
tempting, enticing,
devouring, then mocking.
I know the danger.
I know the fear.
I know that twisted face.
Why don't I listen to myself?
Because of the falling sickness
and there is no cure...
so I fall.
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Comments: 7
yes wes I made it back to read it all in its enitirety this time...
Actually it was part at the end that convicts me so
but your poems are not only wonderful to read but "good for you" to read... hehe
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"...so I am already barrelling forward to prove the theory wrong.....LOL...watch me fall..."
You have in one sentence grasped the entire concept of this poem. Mistakes made in hasty decisions. One would think we would learn and not do them again, but humans seem intent on destroying ourselves sometimes.....myself included. Not meant to be deep or smooth or anything. Just honest really. *shrug* Jsenn - Your comments are profound and detailed as always (and much appreciated). Something I should have included is when looked at from a certain point the "Falling sickness" does have a cure.....can you guess what it is? I will leave it up to your imagination, after all that's what poetry is all about.
Invoking emotions, describing life, inspiring imagination....these are the things dreams (and nightmares) are made of. Many times how we react determines the outcome of our scenario. Enough for now, must sleep. Appreciations all, thanks Joy, you continue to be the best in my book
Wes
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I finished a story tonight written, somewhat, in this theme, I think. My story was about following instructions, your poem is about falling. We have instructions for everything we do in life. They will actually keep us from falling. Sometimes we look past them because we see a thing as making sense...if it makes sense, surely that is the way to go, that is part of the instruction. I have great trouble with this...I barrel forward because I see it as making sense therefore it must be the way to go, to do, to understand a person or a thing. The truth is, the actual instructions don't always make sense, sometimes they must be searched for or waited upon, and sometimes they are as easilty attained as holding out the open palm. Instructions...following them is a hard lesson to learn, falling often, I suppose, will make us learn faster? See that doesn't always make sense, so I am already barrelling forward to prove the theory wrong.....LOL...watch me fall.
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dont listen to people who say poems are too long! theres no such thing!
my fav. line is about the "future that might have one been"... that is really deep. ok thats it, youre going up on the artist watch
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One of the best poems i have read for a while. Waiting for more like this...
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wonderful imagery. I see mirrors where ever I go now. my writing, yours... you know, everwhere. Very nice, I really do love it. Keep up the good work. I'd add you t my aw, but I see all of your work anyways.
Great stuff.
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Awesome. Very very good.. I can totally relate to that poem, it's almost scary. You put into words a feeling that is hard to describe, it is obvious that you put tons of thought (feeling?) into this.
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