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Published: 2005-11-28 02:24:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 606; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 34
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Through stitched open eyes --we saw the mirror
Shatter into our Hearts.
Each broken piece -- a throbbing reason
to melt away
the heavy Cage
around our souls.
.
But as Time paddled on,
things have changed.
And now I wallow --
with a guiltless stomach
of nutmegged Durian,
Wondering Why It Started.
Did the wist to camoulflage
make our heart-beats spin?
Did the clouds clap too loud?
Did the avalanche of cotton opinions
pin us to the ground?
Or did our own time-spun tufts
of self-revulsion
disintegrate the pounds?
.
Behind vanishing bars
of our fading Cages
I slowly swerved to see --
the Destroyer of our Confidence
as the Protector of our Souls.
the Body has become a Cage,
because we made
it that way.
When its Dissipation rolls to an End --
Nothing'd be achieved.
Just some twisted happiness
and a life that never breathed.
.
Now as the pages thin
I'm wondering Why --
those rusty dreams
keep dangling
from your eyes.
My Heart was perched
so Close to yours --
we were diminishing Together.
But with a squirt of Faith
and a deafening splatter --
I squeezed through the escape.
.
So I am sorry that
you're still plastered there
because I pray for you
Everyday.
A stroke of faith
is what it took for me
and I hope you'll find it too.
.
So you can continue
struggling on --
to whisk away the pounds
Or you can just admit
that it's alright --
Relift the stars
and see them fling
your shattered heart
into the Beautiful.
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Comments: 12
wow that's one of your best poems I'd say. I especially loved
" Through stitched open eyes --
we saw the mirror
Shatter into our Hearts.
Each broken piece -- a throbbing reason
to melt away
the heavy Cage
around our souls."
I love the image of stitched open eyes and the mirror shatter into our hearts and the way it continues with the heavy Cage around our souls. It's beautiful and means so much.
Also calling the body the cage is so true.
"Nothing'd be achieved.
Just some twisted happiness
and a life that never breathed."
twisted happiness and a life that never breathed. Beautiful lines and also true.
Great ending too..
thank you for telling me to read this
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Stand up applause!
Even though I'm not a fan of scattered sentences
I know it's for a reason
and does not take away from the poem at all.
In fact, it just made me read it a bit more
in pieces
forcing me to slowly
swallow it.
I like it, a lot.
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Aww.. thank you so much!
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woah... 
hmm... you give me hope for the future. your art and poetry are far above average, verging on perfect- and you can only get better with time.
please don't ever stop doing what you do
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wow.. .thanks for the awesome, heart-bouncing comment.
Yeah, well the thing about a lot of my poetry is that it's not spontaneous. In reality I don't have a lot of really life-changing experiences, so a lot of the stuff I write is from other people's perspectives, or about world issues, or things that happen entirely in my head, or just plain sourceless emotion. It's all somehow connected to me I guess. I spend a lot of time on it. It takes atleast one and a half hours to write a sizeablly alright poem.
This one took five.
But I won't ever stop writing. Thanks so much for the encouragement!
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This reminds me of playing my bass. Weird. One thing, though, throughout all of the poems I read by you, pisses me off: your use of the dash! It doesn't make any sense to me! I stumble every time I reach one.
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You read Emily Dickinson?
She was who first got me into poetry in the first place. My first poetry days was when I was in this Emily Dickinson phase, where the only poems I ever read were by her, and so many of her poems had dashes in them. So her use of them kind of grew into me, because her poems were the only ones that I read, and it has become a habit. So when I joined Deviantart, all of the poetry I submitted had dashes in them. I just think it flows better that way.
Yeah I completely understand how it can misguide the reader... two flat hotdogs ejaculating out of the end of a line... 
but it has become such a habit, so yeah. Ha.
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I'm crying.
Because I didn't know someone cared as much for me as you did.
You have no idea what you've done for me.
And now I'm going to print it off.
Read it everyday.
And when I recover,
I'm going to have you to hug,
and kiss, and cry on.
Because I love you.
Jessie...*squeeze*
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"faith is taking the first step even if you don't see the whole staircase."
I'm happy that this poem means something to you.
That's all I want to do.
And I editted it a little bit. The newer version is better.
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sorry i havent been on for ages,
i really miss you ;-;
but i cant thank you enough,
its better than before ^^
<33
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....
Kim..
well..
I hope you're reading this.
I well.. I ..
I hope you read my notes.
Sometimes I can't even believe that I wrote this poem.
I guess I need to take my own advice sometimes too.
thanks for being there, and always being someone to talk to.
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I have read your notes,
I have to let you know that I haven't forgotten about you,
I have been away at camp for a week,
but I have so much to tell you.
even if its not believable,
you in fact did write this poem,
so its concrete that you do have the strength inside of you.
I'll be really soon,
Hang in there.
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