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You have opened my eyes to the world;To that which, at one time, they were closed tight
In fear and disgust, and still
You are all I see for a thousand miles.
Your face--
Your hand, reaching toward mine
Like some fading light in the distance,
Your escape,
Which you so long to lose yourself in.
And all I feel is your warmth.
For just a moment, it runs off of you
And drowns me like desert sand,
Soaking up my tears
Until I fall into comfortable slumber.
And when I dream it's only of you,
With your angel-grace smile on me,
Leaving me short of breath
Everytime I am blessed with it.
You shine like snow on a still winter night;
Beneath the stars you were born from
You glimmer for the world to see.
And your eyes say everything you don't have to.
But these visions can't compare to your beauty.
Your voice passes like feathers over my ears,
Leaving no trace
But a feeling that you are there beside me.
And behind that I hear your laughter,
Like an innocent child free of corruption;
It washes over my soul,
Deep and clear; it reflects everything I am
And live for.
Your gentle wings around me,
Soft and strong as the ocean tides
Given only to
The most delicate creature under the sky.
I taste my thoughts, stopped cold on my tongue,
Unable to be voiced through lips,
Which are frozen in awe and desire;
To kiss the angel with golden hair and eyes like ivy.
You are my sanctum.
You are the beat of my heart and the blood within me;
You are the breath in my lungs that you take away so easily.
You are in me--a part of me.
Without you I am nothing, for you are everything.
And others have cast this beauty away from them;
A lonely, bruised angel with a single set of footprints.
Perhaps you were damned to fall,
Or perhaps to continue being the radiant thing
No one deserves.
But I caught you in my stumbling path.
And too many times I have nearly let you go.
Too many.
Never again.
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Comments: 11
WithoutAbsolution In reply to Tricia-Danby [2007-06-01 00:34:55 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for the comment. <3
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cadrian [2007-02-14 03:45:07 +0000 UTC]
But I felt something in me; I felt something I'd felt when Eric was born. I felt light. Light which calmed my upset spirit and wiped away my tears. The light gave me hope.
I always knew that the light was an angel.
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That night I dreamed about death.
It was the first of many premonitions that would follow through the remains of my lifetime, and I didn't realize it until a week after I had it. In the dream, I was in a field of roses, my favorite flower. The sun lit the sky on fire, and the rose bushes swayed against the breeze. I remember hearing crying. I moved toward it, displeased to note sorrow within a place of such absolute bliss. The tears came from one of the roses, one of the most beautiful, streaming down its flourishing crimson petals. Out of instinct, or perhaps simple curiousity, or maybe out of empathy I reached out. I reached out to save the crying rose. But beneath my gentle touch, it turned black and withered away. I backed up and then, perhaps out of fear... or realization of some great truth, I ran. I ran fast... or so I thought. It all seemed in slow motion. I looked back twice... and every rose around me was withering like a chain reaction from the first as I darted down an overgrown path in the center. There was no end to the path. It went on forever... winding through this forest of paradise, which quickly became a hell. The light sank below the horizon and a blood-red mood rose above the flowers as I kept on running. I ran... but I never escaped. The death kept coming...
I tripped on a tree-root protruding from the ground, yet there were no trees. I could not see it in the darkness. I could no longer see the death... the withering roses... but I knew that they were there, inching up on me, waiting to suffocate the last life out of my truamatized body. I sank into the shadows in fear at first, before I seemed to realize that I had nothing to lose. Once all the roses were gone--all of the beauty--there was nothing to live for. It came like a tidal wave over me, but I fought it. I fought it because I am a fighter... I never go down without my say in anything. It was who I was...
It was the person within me that I had forgotten about until that point.
And then I felt the light again.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then arms around my body. The shadows washed over me, but did not hurt me. They did not take me with them, only kept killing off the roses. I was pulled to freedom by these arms in which I could not see. I was flying. I could feel the wind underneath my fingertips and my bare feet...
And then I woke up.
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WithoutAbsolution In reply to cadrian [2007-02-18 07:27:10 +0000 UTC]
It's nice you keep things like that around, but you shouldn't be posting things like that to me if you hate me so much. People might be tempted to think you miss or care for me in some way, shape, or form.
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cadrian In reply to WithoutAbsolution [2007-02-20 00:56:20 +0000 UTC]
To you? No dear.
For you.
I don't really care what others think about the issue.
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WithoutAbsolution In reply to cadrian [2007-02-18 07:25:46 +0000 UTC]
It's nice you keep things like that around, but you shouldn't be posting things like that to me if you hate me so much. People might be tempted to think you miss or care for me in some way, shape, or form.
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WithoutAbsolution In reply to batosi6915 [2007-02-05 13:38:45 +0000 UTC]
Thanks a lot, I appreciate the comment.
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batosi6915 In reply to WithoutAbsolution [2007-02-05 22:36:09 +0000 UTC]
Sure thing. It's no problem.
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