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Watch the Embers
Be gone the wrong;
the things that aren't right.
The things I done when
I was drunk that night
This life's too short,
this pen will run free of ink.
We can't let my past
sever this sacred link.
No matter what you think,
these waves will crash with ease.
Never do they need,
nor care,
for a woman to please.
I wish I was the waves sometimes,
and crash on my little beach.
Though sometimes I crave for
the lessons she could teach.
But it's dark, this cave,
this lair in which I ache.
It has no fire
to heat the eternal liar.
This drug I shall repent,
It's done nothing but sent me spent.
But for this drug I shall return,
for my greed,
I shall burn.
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Comment by: lancslass Online- 2008-01-25 14:36
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A good piece indeed. I feel regret and loss, but also an unwillingness to let go that is so much a part of regret, and gives us 'reasons' to keep beating ourselves up, I think.
Well done. Anna |
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| Lovely. I enjoy the words you used..to describe..written well. I sensed sensualism..am I wrong?.....Lovely nonetheless |
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| I can sense the raw emotions that come from within. A very impressive piece of writing. |
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| it is marvellous...i wish i were waves....very personal |
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Comment by: NicFran - 2007-03-28 17:05
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Oh Midden, with this stanza, how you make me want to be one with the tides and waves, so free of lifeâ??s imperfectionsâ?¦never a fowl move she makes, easily adjusting as â??sheâ?? crashesâ?? day-in and day-out against the â??rocksâ?? (obstacles of life). No--matter how sweet or harsh the â??lessonâ?? there seems to always be room to start over-and-over again (fresh waves).
â??I wish I was the waves sometimes,
and crash on my little beach.
Though sometimes I crave for
the lessons she could teach.â??
And your closing stanza, you are truly aware of the consequences this â??drugâ?? has on youâ?¦the holdâ?¦and that you will more then likely indulge yet again.
â??This drug I shall repent,
Itâ??s done nothing but sent me spent.
But for this drug I shall return,
for my greed,
I shall burn.â??
You draw your readers in with unrefined emotions and a since of awareness. Your ability to do this makes your gift more apparent!!! |
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