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Showing posts with label love and other emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love and other emotions. Show all posts
Friday, October 1, 2010
a whispered love
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copyright 2010 TRFTNM
Friday, July 18, 2008
Notes on death
Like the charge of electricity that lingers in the air in the midst of a thunderstorm, the presence of death is sufficient enough to render a more reverent and deferential attitude towards life-for a time.
Although there is nothing more certain in life than death- even this steadfast assurance leaves us none the more emotionally prepared for it’s arrival.
I have experienced no greater feeling of incompetence as I now feel. As my words begin to ring hollow --even to my own ears and my embraces carry the patina of a much loved but now useless tool, I am rendered wholly ineffective. I hover precariously on the brink of insanity as I am unsure of how to proceed.
My days are completely reactionary and unstable. It is a very unsettling feeling and it's effects have rendered me an insufferable insomniac. While I do not personally mourn, I empathize with my loved ones that do. Eventually, we will all get back to living. It is imperative. As a reminder that it was here, death has left mourning at our doorstep.
© Missy 2008
The Renaissance, The New Millennium, death, insomnia, mourning, poetry and prose
Although there is nothing more certain in life than death- even this steadfast assurance leaves us none the more emotionally prepared for it’s arrival.
I have experienced no greater feeling of incompetence as I now feel. As my words begin to ring hollow --even to my own ears and my embraces carry the patina of a much loved but now useless tool, I am rendered wholly ineffective. I hover precariously on the brink of insanity as I am unsure of how to proceed.
My days are completely reactionary and unstable. It is a very unsettling feeling and it's effects have rendered me an insufferable insomniac. While I do not personally mourn, I empathize with my loved ones that do. Eventually, we will all get back to living. It is imperative. As a reminder that it was here, death has left mourning at our doorstep.
© Missy 2008
The Renaissance, The New Millennium, death, insomnia, mourning, poetry and prose
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
suspicion ~ blue phoenix
an ugly
ever-present black cloud
smothers & crushes her
like an angry crowd
dulls her eyes
slays her song
fills her with shame
though she’s done no wrong
once more pain
invades her chest
as sorrowful thoughts
disturb her rest
around her dance the demons
of doubt & fear
& once again
the black dog draws near
copyright © 2008 KPMCL
ever-present black cloud
smothers & crushes her
like an angry crowd
dulls her eyes
slays her song
fills her with shame
though she’s done no wrong
once more pain
invades her chest
as sorrowful thoughts
disturb her rest
around her dance the demons
of doubt & fear
& once again
the black dog draws near
copyright © 2008 KPMCL
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