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matrix7 — Teardrop Angel - 37
Published: 2002-07-02 02:50:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 273; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 24
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::[Bloodshot Soul]::You take my beating heart away
then tear apart my sacred dreams
with hands that know no gentle touch
as voiceless faces strain to scream.
Life's ambitions torn apart
by selfishness, deceipt and pride
You smile as you twist the knife
As hatred daily builds inside.
Close my mind out to your laughter
but visions then invade my dreams
of ripping out your spine to stop
the smile that strains your flesh's seams.
I speak in teardrops to my angel
like morse code they hit the ground
She holds me gently as my anger
slowly tumbles to the ground.
I stroke the band around my finger
and turn to kiss her smiling face
before I step into the hell
I must endure from day to day...
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(lol, I was just going to say to you, this sounds so much like what Jay went through once in his job...I think he finally quit, but was a long time finding another...and there he is, "relating")
You always write so well about anguish. I prefer you not be in such a state but you write very well in it and always, these are powerful and emotional poems. Perhaps you write so well in it because you allow that freedom knowing there is solace and rest in the "angel" and in our God. It's much easier to empty oneself when there is a place to lay the sorrow. Wonderful work.
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Wonderfully written! So well spken.
I can relate alot to this
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Hmm you seem to be incined to dark poetry. The feelings come acroiss well in this one.
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Jesus, man...this poem is not only written well and flows like a river but also clearly shows the two most powerful emotions that make us human; love and hate. You clearly demonstrate how much you equally loathe your job and cherish your wife using a sea of vivid visualizations and imagry. I can see the man on the floor clutching his beloved and knowing that she'll always be there as I can feel the pressure and anxiety of a seething beast of an office, draining one's very soul. This speaks to me, I love the raw emotion and feeling. Hell, all I can say is you're a lucky man to have such a caring wife and good luck with work...it's never too late to get the hell outta there.
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Very poignant, and the poem is a wonderful metaphor for your feelings of helplessness in your work situation. Your images are outstanding, a very visual poem, each line more lovely than the next. A beautiful tribute to your wife.
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