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I practiced what to tell
if you saw me
standing there

It makes me wonder
how does my black mascara
resembles my soul
up to the wall

Do some justice
if you may,
Give a sentence
to my hell
Thousand years
inside my cell
Remove the sky
that catch my eye

I never love
I only waste
I never love ..

I burned your house
with you alive
All in my mind
Arrest my head
The flames they caught
up to your bed
And you were sleeping
And you were dead

This thing called
love
I never know

Arrest me here
with your police
Army of memories
for me to miss
they burn
like happiness, like hope
Arrest me hereee
with your policeee

I'm a painted invisibility
you saw me
you saw me
losing all my self
and I wouldn't know what to tell

wish me dead
wish me gone
again
It just might be
Where I am bound
to end

I kept it shut
I think I loved you
I wouldn't know how to tell

I do wonder when did my black mascara
fell
to stain this page
Inside this cage
It just might be
where love is bound
to end
and writing can start

writing starts again.






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On Tuesday June 1st, 2004, Spiritus_Frumenti (361) writes:
such a sad and honest piece..this is why i love your work so much...such subtle style and grace, just like the beauty you possess..-l-


On Saturday May 29th, 2004, frost bite (48) writes:
It's nice to be able to come to you and read somthing of quality, Your flow and imagery blows so many others out of the water, thank you.


On Monday May 10th, 2004, Midnight Phoenix (313) writes:
The emotion put into this piece is painfully beautiful. It started vividly and "ended with a point." If I had to pick out the parts I enjoyed, I'd be repeating the entire poem. Nicely done.


On Thursday May 6th, 2004, flying_fox (769) writes:
by the third stanza I was totally engrossed and felt simply overwhelmed by the sadness that cries out from this piece. "I kept it shut I think I loved you I wouldn't know how to tell". I repeat, Wow.


On Saturday April 24th, 2004, girlafraid (579) writes:
I never love I only waste I never love .. this was so sad...but beautifully expressed...i feel like it's a painful retrospective...but you are moving on...and it's not easy *afraid*


On Thursday April 22nd, 2004, Spiritus_Frumenti (361) writes:
you express yourself with such humility and emotion...a true poet...-l-


On Tuesday April 20th, 2004, urbanhumility (1366) writes:
deep and introspective as always my friend, it takes alot to look back, knowing our own faults..........well done .........urban


On Monday April 19th, 2004, Six-Out (1827) writes:
Wow...so....raw. I could feel the pain in every word I read. You captured my heart and took it for a ride here...simply lovely.


On Monday April 19th, 2004, Twilight (2101) writes:
this was beautiful...a beginning, a creation, a finish. the beauty of imagination and talent. well done.



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