Whisper

I hate you
Whisper I love you
Whisper I love you
how I hate you while I am living

I will die never look inward to the fragile heart
ache is my mind never feeling that moment
Whisper I hate you
I Feel love for nothing at all.
all my ears will ever hear Is all my ears will ever see
where am I?
I look up at end up not knowing where
Some imagined hell.
I will live lurking as the nagging truth

Whisper I love
 the sounds of meaningless I am

Whisper I love living
Sleep
I will tell you I hate the sky
Walk away
I'll never look I am living will live each
Straight ahead
nonsensical murmers
It's all in my eyes
I will live each excruciating ache that ache that moment
the devastation of I'm awake
Look up at the sky
I'll descend I am crying
I will laugh when I am Straight
through My Will that endless maze
tell you I hate
I love you away not ever feeling
that  hard and tender heart I am
I will laugh when I am crying 
the consequence of irreversible regret

Oh how the life scarred mind will laugh
at the freedom
when the fragile heart  finally dies

©2008 SophieD

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change

change where there is none.

I am
Even as there is no me.

I do right.
Those things which are so often scoffed upon. 
Tis true this life is made up of the smallest moments.

an end that demands no spirit be free.

myself.
often doing what I believe.
Change is fatal weakness at best.
I  could move. 
I am surrounded by make a mockery of
Unconditional Love .
Perhaps I find myself Electric
waves
of solitude

I keep recognizing
there are so many hearts in the way.
knowing  I
walk the path of keeping to believe so hard.

I want a road bearable.
The release of sustains me .

Just enough to make a right moment of still here.

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There
Category: Writing and Poetry

cruel
what masks your feelings. 
It’s exposure of  the mind’s deceit
just below  the love....
love.
the quiet thought.
of wistful always wanting we turn to dust
Not visible in the fog. awaken
....I can’t.

abandonment... those tears which fell for but are you.
listen 
insulation . created. to pass the time.
Fragile tender embrace
Can we do this anymore ?

That memory
Broken beyond repair.
I am a song
Mouthing the fear for us in me.
give up the want.  instead love.
Let your will fall
you feeling shadow of the ones left cold.
It’s madly going beyond promises
... that  wish to be selfish and fierce.
Howl with the wind cracked  inhuman.
darkness of the fire.
the price which destroys
yet passionately coveted.

Mouthing words the tears which will fall for dreams.
I know there I reflect upon the broken straws.
Not perceptible to what I say.
Listen:

beyond sleep
you in shade of the desire awaking the spirit
pale light of the soft look and smile.

There......

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Fantasmo Cool
Category: Writing and Poetry

It started with a domed ashtray painted gold.

Each night I got home late .
I unwrapped the soles back on any day now.
I have worn what we have lost. So I was able to forget.

I am night now.

In this self imposed quiet.
Dark...except for the light of  a few stars twinkling dimly
through the creeping fog.
Sick but unnerved.
Knowing that unconditional love
and unwaivering belief is not enough
...for someone as brilliant as you.
 
Sometimes this is the case.

Every morning, the time of the river flows in the same way.
So many would be sitting  waiting for me.
    (but never was it you.....)
I wish they could walk one minute staring at the beautiful ahead.
    (just as you once taught me to)

Late one day I noticed the end.
From my cell of serene. Unmoved.
I sat mesmerized by the twirling smoke of a cigarette.
So ultra fantasmo cool......
Understanding you should never settle for a person
.....such as is the likes of me.

I’m just not good enough for you.

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Go
Category: Writing and Poetry

I shall, however,  be on a bus without knowing where I am going,
No reason.
Then you get off in some random place I do not...
See?
There I go wrong in the streets little familiar
Until I can not go further.

Somewhere, there is the stereotype cheap motel
If I go to sleep at night
Maybe I eat...It may be that I eat.
I can probably not.
Power is quite unsatisfactory..... lost.
But I will drink vodka ... ... ... Tequila is not important.
Do you take a few pills ?

I am not going to die,  it is therefore unnecessary to try.
There is too much work to be done.

So..... when I wake up from the self-induced haze
That briefly settled at the bottom of my reality
I will do it my way to the starting point
Since there was nothing else,
Nothing out of the ordinary.

di di mau...di di mau du ma

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