Crushed (Google Search: http://jayavictor.blogspot.com/2010/11/crushed-rose-petals.html)
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Sleep has come a long way
From the doors closed upon it,
And the dancing snowflakes
Like fluttering memories
Drift over closed eyelids,
And I can no longer tell
Whether you are a dream
Or waking consciousness.
I want to suffer for you,
This passion I feel is endless,
I want to replace your tears
With drops of my blood,
Take your agony into my heart
And leave you with your bliss
Unharmed by sweet realities
I want to take that frown
And turn it upside down,
I just want to give
And take nothing in return.
I am awake now
Brutally aware of my existence,
Little escapes my senses,
Paper-cuts leave me empty
Yet I feel too much,
How many pages will I waste
With random marks in blue ink,
And this frigid world
Bids me to kneel with empty hands,
There is nowhere to run,
Nor anything to keep me here.
I can feel your warmth
Starting in the palm of my hands,
It is all that I care for
In this frozen life I live,
My passion burns with a fervor,
As it consumes me from inside,
I long to see your face
Though you are so far away,
Remember the sadness you took away
From the depths of my heart?
I long to hold it in my hands
And crush it.
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Wow, what a very visual piece. Your words paint a very vivid picture of this person. Wow.
It’s good to see you back posting poems S. Really passionate and like a little story … I do hope you get to see this faraway face soon!
This is outstanding! Beautiful and passionate write! Very nice!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/wow/
incredible and brilliant metaphor.
Happy Holidays,
Thanks for sharing.
Such a beautiful, pure love!
Beautiful write !
A very beautiful piece.
Happy New Year,
Happy Birthday,
welcome join us today.
Great Big Thanks for your support.
you rock.
happy new year.
Thanks for the love to poets rally, keep it up.
smiles.
elegant piece, love the vivid imagery.
dear DP,
happy new year, a fresh way to start poetry blogging this 2012… i love what you have written about this in romantic way and i was especially drawn to these lines
“Sleep has come a long way
From the doors closed upon it,
And the dancing snowflakes
Like fluttering memories
Drift over closed eyelids”
for me it is such a dreamy mindscape and aptly captured, playing in my imagination now, really effective way to express it in poetry